It was hard to say what she saw in the grey male as she headed out into the world. Her legs carried her with relative grace, and yet she it is a natural thing given to her by her parents. Perhaps she had learned it from her mother many, many moons ago, as she does not witness many others with such grace with her current lifestyle. She knows that her gait is different than Underidge, that she is certainly a more feminine creature than he. He was brute if there ever was one, and he had an odd aura to him that she was used to.

Perhaps she liked being told what to do, to have that certainty in life. He would always lead her and she would always have her life planned out for her, yes? Her thoughts of being a great assassin in the definition of the Angels had waned in her time under Underidge's rule. No, she was still an assassin, still a killer just in a different form and to a different master- and it was no angel.

She had perhaps sensed a bit of...something, jealousy perhaps when she mentions that she can feel the Shade and his call. She does not mention it often even though she swears she can feel it more and more. She feels something...uneasy as the wind flows through her long dark hairs. She had left the borders of Glorall, the world changing before them to areas now unfamiliar. She looks to trees that eventually part into a field. Underidge would sometimes part as she jogged on. The way he looks at her, her rainbow eyes notice it, and she feels as if she might be missing something. Her eyes look around, seeing nothing but grass, field, and sky. Her nose inhales, catching a wiff of many scents. A touch of Diveen is in the air, but it means little to her as Underidge returns and brushes against her.

Her mind throws out what little feeling she felt with the scents. It was there for perhaps a moment, a small...longing perhaps that she did not understand, but it melted away as he speaks of feeling life. She slowed to a halt in the tall grass. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in what he means. He runs off as she does so, not far at all to the beach of a lake she just realized was there. She does not follow immediately, instead taking a moment to look up at the sky and the clouds above. A grin falls beautifully upon her lips, her dark paws lift- as she begins to move towards the beach but perhaps 10-15 feet away.