It is all of her unknowns that make her so captivating. I wonder if it is the same mystery that temps Arturio too or perhaps there truly is something deeper there. Fate can be outplayed though. I have no doubt of that. I am no slave to Lihi and so, I feel no true fear when I think of that stranger who had lurked the borders like a ghost.
She understands my language and I, hers or at least, we find understanding in the middle. Whatever form it takes, I feel a rush of excitement at her closeness before I peel away with a mischevious grin. I lower into a crouch, biting the air towards her as my hackles flex and ear twists to the shore. There are still rabbits, as few and far between as they may be, and I sense them in the breeze. Today has been...satisfying. I can think of no better way than to spend my afternoon hunting alongside the Hand of Glorall.
With little warning, I take off at a sprint; I weave through the snowy bramble of Glorall, twisting back to watch the way she moves. She is like black smoke and water as she pours herself into each movement; this is both a game and a hunt.