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The petals were still falling when she heard a voice, but Dove didn't really take heed of it - turning her ears but nothing else - until a statement of ownership arose. At this, she raised her brows and turned, looking at the dark figure so near to the flower patch. The stranger was of middling size, narrow of build, and stark black - her opposite, more or less. And she was moving towards a hollow which Dove had been previously unaware of. Oh. Oops?

Sorry, I didn't notice your little hovel over there. Dove quipped, as snide as always. Apparently she was still sore from her own brief interaction with Peregrine, for the sudden arrival of the dark stranger did not improve her mood. Under the guise of playing nice, Dove decided not to harass this little lady and instead chose to move on, as if nothing had occurred.