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Her face visibly hardened at his words, her defiance clear as her gaze was fathomless. There she brought her narrow chest to boldly stick outwards as she regarded this outsider with much more refusal than any subordinate could dream of defying with. 

“Who are you to claim such right? You have no stake here, and I have laid here a many nights, none of them twinkling a star upon you.”  

She would not submit to such a brash and bold spirit who claimed this Rift- Ford was who’s cologne she wore as her sigil. Not whoever this outrider was. It was he who held this Rift in calm clutches, with cunning and logic. Whoever this stranger was tended to be the complete opposite, and birds knew snakes instinctively.
A serpent stood before her. 

“Show me you are worthy enough to claim this land, and you will have no protest.” Her cape flared behind her, a vibrant and threatening expanse of sea on her own back, ruffled and shimmering. Her limber body stood waiting and ready to test the mettle of this egotistical spirit before her. 

And determination brought ferocious life to those deep azure eyes. She would not back down from him. She needed proof.