(OOC: Course I don't, though I will pretend to be allergic to dogs... Although Kaliska definitely will. She hates being thwarted...)
She stiffened at the voice. It understood her too well, it seemed. There was danger here, and her raven concurred with a nervous sound. At least he wasn't flying away. Kaliska hid her dismay quite well, considering the circumstances. But then, she had been trained in her dimension. Her hand crept towards her sword. Now why did she sense a nasty confrontation? "Sweet Lady," she said, "Perhaps you should not jump so quickly to conclusions. And besides, I rarely lie." She was, of course, lying.
The voices seemed to come from...up. But there was nothing there, or so it seemed.
"Well, the dropping part is correct," she admitted, "But as you know nothing about the types of magic that I employ, you can hardly assume that I did it on purpose. And anyways, the distance to the ground isn't too far. Only around five feet. A hedgehog could jump it." She added dismissively. It was true; a drop would be too quick a death for Aradia. No, she had intended the drop to irritate Aradia and hopefully break a bone of hers.
Kaliska willed herself to be emotionless, to be stone. She stared at them steadily, "Greetings and may your days be fine." Naturally, she wished exactly the opposite for they had ruined her sweet revenge.
