"Hello!" the sphinx said again, still beaming. "Thank you!" She turned nimbly around once upon the dais and sitting down with her tufted tail wrapped neatly around her paws. Like a queen holding court.

Majestic. Oh yes. She liked that.

The writing! She spoke up again, interrupting whatever answer was coming. "Did you like my riddles? I only just got the hang of them. It's very boring in hiding, and I wanted to play." Still young, the violent nature that often went hand in hand with those riddles had not yet fully developed. Except for the walls. There had been violence against the walls, to write the riddles, but as the sphinx lacked the opposable thumbs to wield a quill...

The sphinx's eyes suddenly lit up. "Visit? Oh, I hope so." Wait. 'Forbidden' Forest? Undeterred, and not waiting for an official answer, she went on, "Or I can visit all of you."