Honeyed Pasture mayday

apologies in advance for this awful creature

That bitch! There were a lot of things in this world that Electra didn't like.  Being dismissed was one of them.  Being insulted was another.  Both of them were pretty high on the list.  Her hackles bristled but she kept the insult off of her face, instead raising her lip in a sneer.  Okay, and?  You're not such a looker yourself.

For a moment everything about her was still and pointed.  She waited to see what her words did (or didn't) do to the other before sliding back into neutral motion, crossing the field in the direction she was initially headed with a newfound bitterness.  What's there to fuckin' do about it anyway?  Nothing, that's what.