Yawning, Alyssa fired a bored look towards the growling animals and allowed her eyes to roll upwards. If the Stark girl wished to actually threaten her, having her little pooches look menacing at the young Arryn girl wasn't the most useful idea. She knew that they were completely under their control and the Starks didn't want to start a war by having one of their little wolves tear an Arryn to pieces. No, Alyssa was completely safe - the Starks didn't scare her, she respected them in fact. They, at least, were upfront in their threats and attacks. Alyssa was much more cautious of the other members of the room who didn't look like honour was their top priority.

Leaning her head back, she let her eyes close as she momentarily rested. A grating sound to her right awoke her from her momentary rest and just as her eyes were about to dart down to the origins of the sound, she heard the sudden dash of feet then felt the rough grapple of hands before she was sent flying. Having being leaning on only one foot, her balance was instantly upset and she fell sidewards in a heap. For a moment, Alyssa was too stunned to even understand what was happening - no one had ever dared lay their hands on her before, nevermind shove her. When she emerged from her brief stun, her hands instantly flew to the blade at her side. Her fury-filled eyes darted upwards, taking in the sight of the man who had clearly knocked her to her side. There was an odd scent to him and he looked much too bedraggled to be a servant. Her hand paused as she sized everything up. Noticing him plucking a strange snake from his arm, she connected two and two in her head and realised that the snake must have decided that the pale, ginger girl looked like a good meal. In fact, Alyssa owed him but she wasn't about to let the shove slide, nor was she about to ignore the fact that he was allowing a poisonous animal to just wander around their common room!

Ignoring his outstretched hand, she gave a look colder than any winter Westeros could spit at them. Rising of her own accord, she gave a scathing look towards the snake before meeting his darkened eyes. [color=deepskyblue]"I'd tell you to watch where you put your little snake but if a Dornishman listened to that, you probably wouldn't be around; would you, Sand?"[/color] She didn't need anyone else to introduce him - she knew exactly who he was. Crossing her arms over her chest, she gave him a rather haughty look before opening her mouth to unload another series of debauchery against the young bastard when the introduction of the next ward froze the words in her mouth.

[color=7bcdc8][i]"Lady Alianne Tully."[/i][/color] A servant spoke before the little bitch herself sauntered into the room. Alyssa visibly tightened as her rather dangerous looking clawed gauntlets curled in on themselves, her back arching as her eyes took on a new perception - that of the hunter. In all honesty, she looked like she was about to reach for her blade and cleave the nearest person to her which happened to be the Martell bastard, unfortunately for him. Instead, she turned away, pulling her hood up back over her ginger curls before leaning against the wall in a similar fashion to how she was before. Lowering her head, she idly examined the sharps of her claws and briefly wondered if it was a good idea to warn them why exactly they were here. Extending her hand, she examined the outside of her claws almost like someone would examine their nails before she released a short yawn followed by a sigh.

[color=deepskyblue]"Can we all drop the pleasantries, please? Look around you; what do you see? I see the strongest powers in Westeros gathered in one room. You all probably think we're here so the Targaryens can keep their claws around the great powers of Westeros but it's not the case. The Targaryens are losing favour and like it or not, soon someone will rise against them and more than likely, it'll be someone from this very room. Daerys isn't trying to control you - he just dragged you into the Game of Thrones and now he has the upper hand. Each and every one of you are exposing your weaknesses and you haven't even been here an hour yet. I don't particularly give a shit about any of you but the last thing I want is Daerys ruling with an iron fist. We had to get rid of the last Dragon that did that, after all."[/color]

As she finished, her face raised and although it was hard to see, her eyes held a fierce resilience. Alyssa knew her fate and if she was being honest, she wouldn't mind being known as the little Falcon that flew against dragonfire.