Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

She glided onto the scene.
Quiet for once.
Oh, how the might of the Saints was now presented and it seemed Kynareth was showing them off like a trophy.
She was the trophy.

The mutt sidled up close to one that looked rather similar to her, she had to admit.
Such pretty eyes he had. Sasha was yet to learn Donatien's name, but that didn't mean that she couldn't make small talk. And a good impression.
She needed to get higher ranks.

"What's this 'bout, yah think?" Her hushed whisper pressed into Donatien's ear, her mismatched eyes watching the Grandmaster with a grin. He wouldn't hear her. Only see her snakish tongue lapping at the ear of a newcomer.