Emberflame Ridge you know, it takes a village to raise a scheme

"Leave," she demanded with a snarl. Despite what was said to be neutral territory, it was far too close to the willows. It'd be one thing if it was a random loner, she wouldn't set such wariness over, but it was an enemy that dared to come forth, "you are too close to the court," she said even more-so.

She stopped dead in front of him, rising up with head held high and glare to her olives. The man of browns and lavender looks, a pretty boy, but one of them, she couldn't be friendly with such a savage.