[ She comes because she has been asked to. She leaves Iorveth behind her, telling him if she does not return before this time the next day then he ought to continue without her; there is no love lost between them, after all, and she would not expect him to come to her aid. She wants him, not the other way around, and he would not chase her down if she were lost. That is an easy part of their friendship if nothing else.
Crossing the land in her wolf-form, she moves quickly, climbing faster and moving as quick as she can, at least until she is half a mile within the bounds of the Spire itself. Then she turns back, stepping forward and beginning to move, step by step, careful, her hood over her face and her arms covered by the depths of her cloak. She climbs the cliffs with a slow and steady pace, and she ignores the way that her expression darkens as she continues, following the pathways that lead to the Spire itself. She doesn't care about the people that watch her, warily; she is sure they have seen stranger in their time here.
When she reaches as far as she dares go without welcome she waits. The Vampir will come, she is sure, and she will raise her head and speak to him. ]
late september; srathmarbh.
Crossing the land in her wolf-form, she moves quickly, climbing faster and moving as quick as she can, at least until she is half a mile within the bounds of the Spire itself. Then she turns back, stepping forward and beginning to move, step by step, careful, her hood over her face and her arms covered by the depths of her cloak. She climbs the cliffs with a slow and steady pace, and she ignores the way that her expression darkens as she continues, following the pathways that lead to the Spire itself. She doesn't care about the people that watch her, warily; she is sure they have seen stranger in their time here.
When she reaches as far as she dares go without welcome she waits. The Vampir will come, she is sure, and she will raise her head and speak to him. ]