Fairspell Meadow if all our life is but a dream

She notices the strange male long before he notices her, and sits up reluctantly as he nears. He seems to catch sight of her after a bit, greeting her loudly before she can say anything, and she finds herself stiffening in response. What did you call me? She asks, accent thickening slightly with the last few words. She masks her annoyance well otherwise, resisting the urge to tighten her teeth together as she waits for his response. Perhaps it is only a misunderstanding, she reasons to herself, or a case of mistaken identity. But the word sounds so distinctly blunt and ugly to her that she cannot help assuming the worst, regardless of the stranger's demeanor.