The game of thrones

The light steps of another woman brought little concern towards the youth; in fact seeing the glimpse of the woman would put her mind to rest, she looked far from being of any concern in appearance, in fact the black dame looked like a fluffy comfort to play with. As if the sights of another was to much of Meinx's efforts; a long, and exaggerated sigh would decease her ebony lips. A brow would raise, did the woman just call her a 'pawn'? " Hello, Glaciem whore." Her perfume held a scent many could never forget, and a reputation was growing rather quickly for the ice kingdom. Standing up tall, almost dominant; unimpressed with the company. " Do you plan to stay in my company?" Meinx never did question her abilities in the ways of her speaking, she finds her bland manner as a sort of comfort, afterall- no one ever chooses to stay in her precense.