Cedar Sweep Black swan

Perhaps it was unfair of her, comparing him to another stranger she'd met much like this, one far more willing to feel the mark of her teeth on his flesh. He was not golden, nor were his eyes beaming with the same reverence. This one was all wit and wall.

She thought of that man sometimes. How he was out there somewhere in the world, the tear of his ears matching those of her own, the taste of his blood still warm on her tongue... She could start a cult if she just maimed a few more... For reasons certainly unrelated, she looked to Ker now...

They're of decent quality. I'd have preferred less frost, but I guess I can't reeeeally blame you for that. You get to hear and see another day. She raises her chin, amusement a melody on her tongue.

and then he said that.

Privacy. Secrets. secrets secrets secrets. The last man who kept his history in shadows had betrayed her, abandoned her, even when she had given her darkest ones to him. To say the wound was still sore would've been an understatement. Outwardly her demeanor shifted to one far more prickly, little cobra itching to spit her venom. A switch, flipped.

She carried on forward, looking for the next patch. Whatcha think I'm gonna do with it? I'd probably forget by the time I walked home. I'm sure it's ah... un-re-markable. She looked over her shoulder, annunciating her jab, letting it roll off her tongue with a shrug of bony shoulderblades.