Duskfire Glacier She hides like a child but she’s always a woman to me

the woman's head pulled away, her mouth ajar and eyes wide, pupils dilating with shock!

...before first a snort, then a chuckle, rising into cackling and crescendoing into a laugh - had her elegant head throw back, droplets of mirth gathering beneath her lashes.

a peasant talking back at her, with tone and gesture as if it that had suffered most horrid offense at hands of a lesser. c'est amusant!

still chuckling, the mistress leaned back onto her haunches, raising a paw to her countenance.

"ow, ow, 'ow ah-myu-zing!" she swiped away a tear in one fluid motion. her glistening eyes blessed the promeneur de jour with their attention. "and who is zis petit, unimportant lutin? 'ave i wronged ze king ouf ze leetle folk?" she asked with a toothy, mocking grin. a twitch briefly unsheathed the claws of one paw.