Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

meredith scoffed, her golden eyes narrowing as she took a single step back, her tail flicking with disdain. fuckin’ stand up, ye look ridiculous, she spat, her voice sharp and cutting as the mummer’s accent rolled off her tongue.

ye bowin’ ta me fer real or just tryin’ ta look clever? ’cause ye don’t look clever, ye look like a bloody fool. she tilted her head, glaring down at him like a queen surveying an unworthy subject, her lip curling into a sneer.

nox ain’t pitiful, an’ if he were here, he’d knock that grin off yer damn face, she shot back, voice biting. an’ as fer remindin’? ye best be remindin’ yerself who ye’re talkin’ to. i ain’t some wee doe ye can spook with yer stories.

she stepped forward then, her nose close enough to his that he could see the fire in her gaze. so quit yer yappin’ an show me ye ain’t all talk. or get the hell outta my sight.