Neverwinter Forest I walk in circles.

"Do I now?" The thought of her, rebelling, brought an uncertain grin to her taut face. Among her siblings, she'd always been one of the better behaved, though she supposed next to her brothers even a vagrant looked tame. In the shadow of their eccentric ways, she stood as more of a bore and often flew under the radar of those who spoke louder in words and ways. But she couldn't complain, for though she hadn't received the attention some of her siblings had, she had earned her ultimate prize through patience, discipline, and hard-work: the respect of her elders, and the trust of her foster parents.

She was keen to hold onto this reputation, but instinct told her acting against this lynx was hardly an act of rebellion. The cat held nothing over her. She took careful note of the shadows that felled her companion's face, sinister in the draping hues of the forest, but did not let her cool visage and warning words dissuade her from speaking herself. "You know, I think I've grown a liking to this part of the woods. Something about the fog and mushy ground just calls to me," she said, and a spark of mischief played into her silvery eyes. The Ostrega was confident she could handle whatever the cat threw her way. "I think, maybe, I would like to be queen."