Haunted Wood It ignites me like an embered coal

In Vanity's world, family could mean anyone. Hell, he might even mean that their blood was fighting, but they didn't share it.
She didn't care though. She certainly wasn't related to him. Vengeance...she couldn't be quite sure. 
"In my country, when a family dislikes another, they kill each other." Her gaze turned to him, innocent but almost expectant. Wondering what his reaction was. Were such things implemented here? If not, she could certainly bring it.

She thought about his other statement for a moment, listening to the squirrel or some other tree rodent mammal thing above. Ha, dumbass was looking around. For some reason, wolves didn't things could attack from the sky, but living on an eagle infested mountain all her life taught her better.
She smirked as the acorn fell onto him, snickering softly, then giving her reply.
"No single man can please a woman fully." Perhaps, some might find pleasure in one. But they were boring.

She smiled at him, sweetly with no venom or other ulterior intention. For once.
"Vanity Verana Valadez." She stated, looking almost casual if it weren't for the barely noticeable lift of her chin. She was a proud and obviously vain woman.