[ There is a promise that hangs on Lauralae's hands, a reminder of things that she had said months before. A whisper of power she had never had before, latent power that settles in her chest, beyond the call of blood and the power that it offers - something that won't need her life essence to protect her, that won't need her to turn into a wolf in order to survive.

It had come to her at a party, flashes of which settle on Lauralae's mind. The reminder of a handsome woman, a charming young lady (human, of course, which still settles awkwardly on her shoulders, makes her travelling companion bristle and froth with anger) that made her feel somewhat charmed for a bare hour. It had been some time and the weight still settles on her, confusing her, and she ignores it as she waits.

Letters were all they had - she knows she needs to find an alternate means of talking to people, especially if she means to keep her eyes on Iorveth and his shard - but for now they do. She waits, curled in the darkness of the trees, hovering as she watches. Her lady is meant to stop by soon, for them to walk south together for a time, for Lauralae to travel with her until she has picked up the magic that everyone in this world knows.

In return? More power for her. ]