Sun Mote Copse lucid dreaming

She did not like that smirk.  Kiwi had never been much bothered by her name before, but in the face of this aloof (and frankly, almost unreal) stranger, she felt a twinge of self-doubt pierce her core.  Her mind, then, had two options.  She could either embrace it and use it as fuel, building up the fire that this girl could think what she wanted and be proved wrong.  Or she could, eventually, find herself something better.  Something more suited, the way 'Spirit' definitely suited this ghost of a girl.

She chose the former and ignored the moment of doubt as best she could, not taking her eyes away from the girl's eerie colorless gaze.  It's not complex. she responded, catching the double meaning and taking her own turn at smirking.  Not if you know.  Kiwi had no issues with knowing herself or what she wanted.  Which, speaking of - Are you just here looking, or did you want something?  That came out with a bit of a challenge behind it too.  She felt the draw, but she also knew she shouldn't be wasting time here chatting with strangers who shouldn't be here in the first place.