[Ibakha smirks, confrontational, a hand sliding down to the rapier at her side.]

Aye, the sun is a fitting title for you. Full of heat but no substance, blustering high on its own importance, so far removed from the world it has no say on anything that goes on underneath it.

[Her smirk has shifted, more outright *wicked*.]

Or if that was too complicated for you to understand... Try it if you dare. Perhaps, if you show valor in your fate, I may make a Dotharl out of you.