Silverlight Terrace scatter my soul across the floor

Sorry for the hold up.

She would move no closer. She wasn't that stupid. Or overconfident. Whatever you wanted to call it. Her hips eased her bottom to the ground, where she would sit in an almost diplomatic pose. Her silver eyes rolled skyward in boredom. "No shit. I've known that." 

Dark ears flicking forward, she looked at him squarely again, only now briefly noticing the purple, spider like mark on his right shoulder. Tch. Some kind of power symbol? Who cared. She sneered slightly. "When and if the day comes that I catch a whiff of ownership on this forest..." One dark brow raised for emphasis. "...which I might add I have never even been to, then I will keep well away." Until then, Tzila would roam where she damn well pleased, bound by the rules of no one.