She heard the footsteps of another but she ignored them. It was easy to ignore them in a place like Iromar which she had to admit was quite nice. But she suposed she'd not be able to ignore them forever; they moved with a purpose. That purpose, she thought, was likely her.
But she had little intention on making it easy. Though she heard the other call out for her or rather, having demanded she stop, she instead moved off the beaten track and into the marsh and reeds. She moved in a wide, quiet arc, closer and closer to the strange owl-eyed girl until she was but a number of feet to her right, where she finally moved to a stop. She breathed in deep, not at all ashamed to suck in the girl's essence as she emerged from the reeds with a slow