Vesna

*Vesna slows to a stop beside you, the faint flutter of her wings stirring the cold air. She gives you an appraising look, then smiles as though she has just thought of something amusing.* So you’re the one everyone has been talking about. Interesting. I was expecting someone a little less... composed.

*we stare at her*

*She meets your gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly. It's clear that she is sizing you up, trying to determine whether or not you are a threat.* Well?

You could've just asked. Hope this kind of manners don't stick, Commander

Oh, so now you're calling me Commander? *steals another one with a grin* Fine, Commander Vesna hereby declares... *flourishes dramatically* ...that all pastries are fair game in my presence!

Alright *steals one from her*