angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress.
Why was she here, truly?
Longclaw. He approached her in Tephra, leading her through the river and the lands with that silly blue light over his head. Everything was fine - fine! - until...until it wasn't. She was sure he hated her now, sure that he regretted being her friend and what she had the power to do. It occurred to her - more than once - that she was no different from her mother. The power that flowed through her veins was tied to the ancient magician and traced farther back still to her grandsire, an equally evil magician. She closed her eyes to blink away the tears and the memories.
No, she was not like her mother.
Not yet.
But their ultimate goal was Nerine. Longclaw spoke of it with such reverence she had to see for herself. She couldn't rest until she'd explored all of Beqanna and its ever shifting landscape. How long before another shift brought about the end of life as she knew it? She was born after the time of magic, she didn't truly understand what she had to lose.
So she waits, quietly, unsure of what for - on the edges of the border of the kingdom.
@[Longclaw]