Barrow Fields fire and life incarnate

the sylph's barb had been subtle, yet pointed -- she had hoped somehow to twist rosalyn into allying alongside her.. at least as long as the dark female was in the picture. summoning to mind their last meeting, how they had been two against one, was a carefully placed call-back on caiaphas' behalf designed to alert rosalyn to her ulterior motives without stirring alarm in the wolf pledged to drageda.

she was disappointed then when the dark furred female slipped away, negating any chance for exciting chaos, and foiling caiaphas' next move. 

oh well, next time -- somehow, it was hard to believe caiaphas' shenanigan-inducing days were over.

her gaze returned to the auburn woman -- the woman that in many ways, would never be her friend. her lips curled back; "nevermind, the moment's ruined." she huffed melodramatically, her muscles tensed as she waited for rosalyn to either attack her, or leave.