As the days passed, Andraste wandered closer and closer to Asteraia since the latest overturn of leadership. She was curious about this Nameless One but had yet to wholly commit to the idea of meeting with her. It wasn’t intimidation or fear that kept her away from the plains territory but her indecisive nature on how she wanted to go after her desires.
On this warm summer day, the half-demon had downed a sickly deer on the furthest side of the fields and laid halfway across it lazily as she gnawed on the innards. Her legs, throat, and underbelly were coated with blood and fluids from the slowly rotting carcass but she was content for the moment. Her mind drifted to her plans for power once again as she settled atop the bloated creature, her black nails digging into its flesh as she gripped to hold herself upright. If she and the Nameless One were to come to terms somehow then where would her energy be focused next? She would not be one to break an oath so quickly between a potential ally.
With her belly engorged on the tender meat of the deer she slowly raised herself to her paws and shook herself off. The cruor that painted her white coat had now dried in dark red patches, nearly matching the red mask that accented her face, it wasn’t going to come off so easily now. Her pink tongue slipped out to lick at her lips before giving a wide yawn; the summer heat and a full belly would always lead to a wonderful nap. Perhaps she could sleep on her ideas and wake with a rejuvenated spirit. But this spot will not do.
She took off at a leisurely walk to the east with the possibility of finding a quiet place near the sea to sleep for the time being. It may be a lengthier journey but not far enough that she would want to settle down somewhere sooner. It was as she was midway through the fields that she noticed the dejected figure of brown and white within the tall, dry grasses. Her mind immediately put the pieces together and realized that it was the young boy she had first met upon her return to Moladion; Kajika his name was. Content that her belly was full, and perhaps a little bit more sedate than their first meeting, she approached him with a more lax demeanor. ”What are you doing all the way out here, kid?” She asked him in a more contralto tone than usual. He was far from where she believed him to live.