Neverwinter Forest i open to the sound

her posturing is not meant as a challenge; Avicus does it unconsciously. before Aventus had risen to his post, she had been accustomed to getting everything she wanted—to being the princess of the valley. her haughtiness runs deep as blood within her, and it will take nothing less than a cataclysm in her life to bring the girl humility.

still, even if she doesn't mean anything by her body language, she is not unaware of his response. it rankles her; she feels her hackles raise, fur bristling.

who are you? she asks (demands?), stepping closer to the young man. he's a curious-looking fellow, mottled gray with mismatched eyes. she's seen that before, she thinks, mind moving back in time to Skoll. 

and he does not live here. does he live anywhere? his pelt betrays nothing.