
How long had it been since Seth was allowed to roam on order of her fair lady? So long she spent in that dark murky cave only allowed out to burn one or two people and leave no traces of her art behind for people to find. It pained her but if her lady wished for such Seth would comply, and now her calmness and willingness paid off. Today she was to go find the next member of Lady Ares’ group of world changers. Nimble pale fingers laced loosely around the black card in her hand viewing the picture with the most joyous of smiles.
The Astral witch, so the card was called as a white arrow began to form on the card pointing the way to it’s matching individual. Seth herself had a similar card, the ‘lady of embers’. Each card was helped tell who had a part in her ladies grand scheme and who the Yladian could burn alive. This card however was not leading Seth to a pray, but a fellow follower she had to bring to her fair lady, by force or their free will mattered little to both Seth and Ares though. Index tapping the back of the card lightly as she stashed it within her coat pocket and took more time to admire her new outfit.
It would seem that in the long absence of the group new people began to arrive, they seemed so much like those Seth knew, but had an odd air to them and Seth loved new play things to burn. Such was how she got her current outfit after all, the burnt cufflinks was a sign of her work as she happily hummed an old nursery rhyme as she tried to straighten the uneven sleeves and failed rather tremendously.
”I guess I will simply have to make my own version of this uncommon item. Maybe some fire resistant enchantments would prove most useful…”
Seth’s voice was soothing like a warm fire on a winter’s night, yet help it’s own dangers if you sought to much from the soft invitation of her words. The warm orange eyes scanning the forest before the Yladian as black dress shoes lightly crunched the fallen leaves of the passing seasons. Charcoal toned locks drifting alongside the southbound draft of chilled air across the forest rustling what few leaves remained on the trees and stirring up what had fallen to whisk it away.
Seth herself was no fan of the colder seasons, trying to get her works of art to grow in these times always proved so annoying and not worth her precious time. Her coat pocket began to trail gold smoke to the girl’s face as she looked down and retrieved the card. The witch was nearby, yet Seth felt no massive pulls of magic or anything out of the normal drool of a forest to the pyro loving elf. Maybe this witch was just that good at concealing her magic from others?
@Alice