Golden Glade A Flake in the Court

"My Queen." Shalon smiled with a slight bow, she was still as proper as ever. Shalon glanced at the fae called Freya, her silver gaze evaluating the pale female, calculating her potential. A moment passed as the fae spoke, before Shalon nodded, a small smile of approval greeting the woman. "Pleasure to meet you Freya, I am Shalon." She smiled once more at Aspen, before coming to stand on her other side. "Previous experience you say? Please continue, I didn't mean to interupt." She spoke smoothly, and waited for either Aspen to being their walk, or Freya to share her past.