Meddling with others' affairs have always been entertaining for her. She enjoys the rush, the thrill of adrenaline as she takes the advantage with ease. Her charm has never failed her, despite his constant warnings. He speaks with a certain respect for her, although she has never really been aware of that. Stubbornness has forever tainted the voices of others, after all. Still, she enjoys her little games, finding pleasure in the rumors and gossip that constantly pervade the quietness of camp. Cats are used to her now, with her constant intrusive questions and endearing smiles; even the thistle has fallen for her once or twice. Otherwise, how would she be carrying his heart?
