Barrow Fields fire and life incarnate

Thuringwethil had been a threat Rosalyn distinctly did not want to engage again..... especially not with the witch's help.  Her words still stung in her ears, but the lack of follow up made her doubts their truth more.

She took another step forward, but then stopped.  She wasn't worth it.  Better to return to the shore whole and sound than let some old grievance kick the shit out of her a second time so soon.

"I'd be sorry for interrupting, but I don't think your her type either."  Rosalyn responded drolly, eyes still burning into the other woman.  Then, with a sudden flip of her tail, she wheeled, starting off in the other direction without so much as another word.  She wanted so badly to fight again - prove that she was better, that the last win had been a fluke.  But she couldn't be sure, and she knew it was stupid.  Pride wasn't worth gettin killed over.