The girl had slipped out of Diveen quietly, as she always did. She was shadow and she was darkness, toeing the line between what was real and what was surreal. Sidriel approached the borders of Glorall with all the practiced grace of someone far older than she. Her face, which could have been considered beautiful, was set with hard and unforgiving lines, her eyes narrowed, her mouth terse. She did not care for such trivial things as beauty as the rest of her family might- she had far more important things to focus on. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it well. Things were quiet in Diveen, for now, and Solara's rule had been insofar devoid of excitement. Her father's sudden abdication of throne did not strike her heart with fear or sorrow, but rather simple curiosity.

Sidriel hung near the borders, the sand feeling odd between her toes. She raised her lip slightly with distaste, grateful that Underidge had chosen her to stay within Diveen. The plateaus were far more tasteful than this... sand. Distracted slightly by her annoyance with the terrain, her attention returned to the task at hand when she heard a ragged cry from within Glorall, followed by another, and she quickly hastened herself to follow the sound. Her thick, powerful legs ate up the ground, and soon she spotted the fire and the pair investigating it.

She knew one to be Eden and the other to be the boy that they would... assist today, and even from here she could note the twistedness of his paw, the way he limped and stumbled. Disgusting. The ideals Underidge had instilled in her from a young age had only grown stronger since that day. It was evident in the way that her gaze narrowed, evident in the way that her body tensed, alight with apprehension and excitement. Today was the day that she would witness something truly miraculous. "Et serviant tibi hodie, Shade." She whispered excitedly to herself.