Neverwinter Forest I walk in circles.

Andalusia couldn't be bothered to take offence at the contempt running through the lynx's eyes. If anything she found a tickling amusement at the situation, and any sense of danger she once thought the cat held had since vanished from her mind. The cat could have these woods. The Ostrega had no desire to settle here: she had more pressing pursuits on her mind. If she could not find her sister here, she found no reason to remain.

Yet the Ostrega did not dismiss herself from the presence of the self-proclaimed queen just yet. The woman's attitude intrigued the woman, and Andalusia continued to match the lynx's stance without waver. "You are quite correct. Can't have those pesky commoners running amuck now, can we?" she quipped, ruffling the fur along her shoulders with a gentle shake. Her eyes met the cat's with false concern. "Leave them to themselves and before you know it, they'll think they're the queen."