CONSUMED IN FIRE, FROZEN IN ICE

A voice behind her interrupted her moment to herself, so rudely. Turning slowly, her voice echoed through the maze and faded from hearing. Exotic eyes fixed on a positively bland, washed out femme. An inquiry met her auds, and the sultry shadow padded forward. She pondered whether to tell the truth this time, and decided to have a little fun with the stranger. "I'm the Queen of Ice." She responded, her long tail flicking back and forth a few times. She did not seat herself like the woman had, she remained standing until she decided it was worthwhile to do so. Again would her low, purring vocals fill the air, accompanied by a thick mist from her parted obsidian jaws. "And yourself?" She requested, raising an eyebrow quizzically and standing in a manner that showed her boredom and flair for the dramatic at the same time.






"Speech"