Duvessa's senses twitch at the invading presence of a mere someone before her. A mere individual who obliviously ventured to her territory of all places. Yet when this stranger began plucking the surrounding moss a feet beside her, this was thievery!

Duvessa: You dare gather the moss on my land? She questioned with a booming voice, a reminder that she's the superior one between them.

Duvessa: Do you know who I am?

The witch extends her arm, gesturing at the land surrounding them, all of which is owned by solely her.

Duvessa: I suggest you leave. Now.

She warns as her veil flutters involuntarily. Her aura turns menacing, and her demeanor is now extremely aggressive.