Rattleskin Redoubt Quartz

Widower's lip quivered in defiance of this one's snide comment. She didn't take such well from others, but rather, preferred to be the one making them herself. It suited her better, she thought. 

Sure, if you have wings hidden somewhere within you. Voice a hiss, each word slithering across a burning tongue. Or you could stop flailing about as you are now and use a stick. Or has common sense evaded you? Two could play at this game.