[b] Near Relin [/b]

The woman began laughing hysterically, her hand covering her mouth.

"Laughable is hardly the word," she hissed at Yaves, her tone much colder than the one she had with Axel just moments ago. "You were once one of them. You paid no price for the 'secrets' you keep." She accentuated the word secrets, in order to ensure Yaves understood she was mocking him. "I could very well tell him the very secret you most closely keep - solely for my amusement. Shall I tell him as to why you have such a legendary status? And I'm not referring to the powers you've gained." She looked over him with disdain, her eyes narrow and focused - hate emanating from them.

"For the record," she said, turning to Axel, "He is only slightly most significant than you. Pay him no heed." Turning back to Yaves, she added, "I would tread lightly, and for a being of such little power, I would refrain from insulting anyone, lest I get it in my mind to demonstrate the extent of my abilities."

"As to your questions, I believe we have starkly different definitions of catching up," she responded, raising her hand once again to touch his cheek, "But what do you want? You did not answer the question. You mortals spend too much time on games given that you have such short lives, lives so easily taken. I would choose swiftly, but I am not mortal; time is irrelevant to me." She laughed a bit at the end, the laugh just as icy as her voice, "So, what shall we talk about?"

She was mocking Axel as well at this point, putting her other hand under her jaw like she was resting her head on it, titling it slightly to 'listen'. It intrigued her that he would opt to have such a conversation in the middle of a frozen tundra with snow slowly falling.