distance and meaning

Valkyrie's expression remained unreadable as the stranger correctly labeled her as Finnvi. The yearling spoke as though she was familiar with her. She knew Valkyrie by name and was bold enough to not only call her but to keep throwing that bit of information in her face. Valkyrie was torn between being intrigued and annoyed by this casual one upping. She was sure there was a point to the teasing and if the girl was smart she'd get to it quickly. Valkyrie wasn't keen on someone having the jump on her.

The girl did it again. Her cryptic hinting rankled the young marauder. Valkyrie's eyes narrowed and she slipped forward with a predatory slink. She didn't like being made a fool of and the yearling was dangerously close to crossing that line. "If you are as familiar with my people as you hint at being, then you know we're not fond of being toyed with and we have little love for enigma. So, girl, it's in your best interest to explain yourself."

Valkyrie quirked a brow, the expression equal parts malicious humor and challenge. "Otherwise you'll be soon be addressing me as 'mistress'." If the girl ran Valkyrie would be on her in an instant. More lip would earn a similar reaction. If the stranger knew what was good for her she would explain herself swiftly.

”Talk”