Noctisardor Bypass But now you know it

the woman with the purple eyes caught her gaze. 
frankly, she was growing sick of this bunch. their leader, in her eyes, did not have the gall to lead, and the followers a bunch of weak-willed happy-go-lucky folk. even if she could seize power, what were she to do with them? the woman was growing bored- and bored was never a good thing to be.

she watched the woman from the base of a budding oak, making no move to hide from sight, watching her with a brooding expression, wondering if she was another that sought to make their home here. or, perhaps, someone more interesting.