Firefly Ravine I was born to be free

Her words rankled her, quite a bit.  The implication that she was in the wrong for her ire.  That was a rich statement.

I never said you didn't.  Unlike some, I don't fight over what is not mine.  She said, her posture not adjusting one bit from its wary tension.  But your kind made it clear what would happen next time we crossed paths.  So you'll forgive me if I am not thrilled to meet you.  This had a caustic sarcasm to it... making obvious light.  Not thrilled.  The woman was lucky.  A few weeks ago, Rosalyn would have killed her without a thought.  Time had tempered her hate some, though nothing would ever remove it completely.

She didn't have much to say to this woman... the gift of her indifference was enough.  So she began to back away, intending to leave her to the wilds but unable to turn for fear of another.  At least the ravine ensured she wouldn't be flanked.