Lion Head Mesa sakura no hana

her lowborn blood had been a great source of mockery these past years, but it bit with different teeth coming from this pretty sow. 
she had more standing in akashingo and perhaps even the favour of phayrow, the way she'd said his name.
maggie snorted to hide the sting the noblewoman's tongue had delivered. she knew her kind were lower than wolves, hadn't her aunties always said it? but the beauty was determined not to be shamed.
'is that yer name then? usheeyew satsow?" maggie mocked, butchering the names as her accent would have done even if she was trying. piss on this fancy foreigner!
"tell me. 'ow many toimes 'as her lordship ridden that fine white stallion?" she spewed malevolently, grinning into the dour, pretty face.