Golden Glade the fold up

Deshyr? She peaked one eye open, seeing his dark form come into view as their paths crossed. The inquiring, somewhat confused tone of that single word almost broke her, but the girl remained steadfast in her commitment to show Rannoch just how butthurt she was. Still, she supposed she could engage in some light conversation, if only because her heart couldn't take her outright ignoring her father.

"What?" she shot back with a hint of haughtiness, regarding Rannoch with a narrowed gaze, her movements suggesting she was eager to continue to the borders and did not want to engage in small talk. Or big talk. Or any sort of talk. Especially not this talk.