Two Rivers Isle it doesn't touch me

A zestful voice met the plush fur of her ears, and Gwen watched in her typical silence, inquisitively studying the woman for any clues to give away her identity. Few emerged. She found herself quite overburdened with the sudden basket of words, half-sentences, that she'd been gifted, and drew her tongue steadily over her lips as she attempted to backtrack and re-listen to the spirited speech.

The snow queen's lips quirked at the corners, warmth seeping from her tone. "You were asking if you were in my 'area' - and no, you're not, just close to." She had quickly dismissed the idea of this creature causing any sort of havoc to plague the keep, and deemed her (at least for now) not a threat. "And yes, it's rather nice here."