There was something so annoyingly normal about the faerie queen's apartment. There was the modern furniture, the pictures on the wall, the way that there were flowers - real ones, not fake - in vases that made the room seem so pleasant. The lacy white curtains on the windows were drawn back, making the room seem so annoyingly bright. The smiling blonde woman in all the photos seemed too happy. Not that there was anything wrong with being happy, she supposed, but it was more that the young fox couldn't understand how or why Frost was so interested in her. There seemed to be nothing exciting about the young faerie girl other than the dozens of pictures she had of herself and her friends along the apartment. It was, in fact, the first time that Edie had ever done anything like this. She'd never broken into someone else's place, never cared enough to be curious about another human being. But this one was different. She was interesting to Frost. And that alone was enough to cause curiosity in the girl.

It was perhaps a naive thought to have assumed that Dorian and the faerie girl to be the only ones to live here. It was a small enough place. And after all, Frost had only told her about Dorian. She'd only had to distract Dorian. The time she'd spent with him in that garden had been something she tried to forget - she wasn't fond of faeries in the slightest, after all. She wasn't looking for anyone else in the apartment, and as such, she wasn't being nearly as quiet as she needed to be. There was the soft mumbling of a curse as she bumped into the table. She was perhaps lucky to have caught the picture that nearly came wobbling off the table. The picture within the frame was nearly obnoxiously cute. It was the kind of photo that she would have taken herself with Kato. The faerie girl had her arms wrapped around him and the smile was nearly contagious.

She hardly had time to reflect on that for long, however. She heard the sound of movement behind her, the girl turning around just in time to see the steak knife come flying towards her. A yelp escaped her lips as it embedded itself in the wall half an inch from her head. Blinking, her eyes fall upon the white haired woman that stood in the kitchen. She looked harmless, really. Long white hair, a tee shirt, and yoga pants were not exactly threatening. Of course, the wicked smile that seemed plastered on her features combined with the rest of the knives in her hand made Edie's heart seemed to surge in her chest. It was only the threat that she better start talking that seemed to ignite the girl once more.

"Excuse me?" She glared at her, crossing her arms across her chest as she took a step forward. She tried desperately to settle down her heart rate and appear as though she wasn't afraid. And she shouldn't be, right? The woman in front of her was just a girl, like Edie. And if she had a more potent ability, she would have used that rather than the knife throwing. With a small smirk, Edie leaned against the back of the couch. "Nice knife throwing. It's almost terrifying." She said easily. "Unfortunately, I don't find myself afraid. I know that's difficult for you, of course. Clearly that was meant to rattle me, or scare me... but I'm not all that afraid. So, why don't you go back to practicing your martial arts over there, and I'll continue what I was doing for my good friend..." She looked over at the wall at the pictures. "Dorian."