Grouse Thicket Let it be. Let me be.

Of course, the woman put up a weak protest to her presence, however, it was not delivered with the velour that she expected.  She watched the other with a slightly curious expression, obviously not feeling the same amount of dislike as the other felt. Her hate for them had been foolish. If they wan't to play royalty, then let them play. 

"I do believe that you are the one sulking in my favourite abode," she said, settling back on her haunches as she regarded the woman, gaze indifferent, and yet curious in the slightest. She did not seek to further the divide between herself and the Glade, for it was never wise to create too many enemies.