She pants lightly as the heat of the day reaches her despite her efforts to remain cool in the ditch she has dug. More bodies accumulate before her as she watches silently but there was a shift in the air that causes her to pause. Her breath is held in the back of her throat as she assesses what it is that is causing this strange occurance, her eyes searching from one stranger to the next to pick out the problem.

She recalls hearing of Moladion’s magick in passing as she slipped undetected through the wilderness in days prior. Talk of things such as imprints or soul-bonds that were crafted from fate itself. It wasn’t the first time she’s been in the midst of such sorcery but she failed to believe it would happen to her. She was but a newcomer to the realm, what ties could she possibly conjure in her short time here?

But then again… there was this nagging feeling at the back of her mind that brings her hackles to a rise as her panting resumes. Her eyes slowly scan the horizon as a buzzing overtakes her mind; monotonous and becoming more raucous as her gaze falls upon the approaching figure of a dark one. His mercurial eyes are pinpointed onto her own and the buzzing in her ears is near deafening. The world around him shakes violently, vibrating with such force that it fades to a blur.

When he reaches her position, coiled up and cooling off in the trench by the river, the cacophonous drone in her mind fades to silence so that his voice rings clear. She knows what this is. But will she accept it?

His closeness is felt as he attempts to lean toward her, but she does not look up to meet his gaze or allow him a position of dominion over her relaxed stature. Instead she rises and shakes off the dust and mire that had accumulated on her radiant coat, replying in a sonorous voice with only two words as she finds his silver-eyed stare. ”I know.”