Just because she was not out of her element, did not mean she was well versed with the bachelors of this lagoon. She knew enough to get by with a façade of confidence at least, but underneath she was perhaps too naïve to fully execute her own plans – not that she would ever show it or admit to it. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in ego. How difficult could these men be? How difficult could any of the island’s populace be? ”Perhaps” she replied, with a smirk and a mysterious glint in her blue eyes. She wouldn’t give away more than she needed to, that way she retained her power.

He informed her that there was no one in charge, which was disappointing to say the least. She had come all this way and put Wolpertinger’s nose out of joint for a mere visit to a leaderless swamp. If Karash Han’s plans were successful then perhaps it would not be a completely fruitless endeavour. He seemed capable enough and could prove a useful ally if she kept him on side. She would not give the power to him, however.

The pale mare allowed him to get closer, his breath intertwining with hers as she held his gaze. ”You have plans?” she said, with a wry smile and an arch of her brow. She pulls away, dancing a couple of steps from his reach ”The position is sitting there vacant, ripe for the picking and yet all you have are plans” She throws him a coy smile ”How do you expect to help me, if you can’t help yourself first?”