Silver Moraine growing pains

She slipped from Bartholomew's grasp... for now. Who was to say whether or not she would return to him? She didn't know, and hopefully neither did he. Carla was sweet and all, but Diantha wasn't sure she could put up that face forever. Maybe it was time to try something new. Or rather, try to scam someone new.

As the girl traveled, she dreamt up new names for herself, new personalities she might use to convince others to do her bidding. The strong scent of dinner drew her attention away, and soon she was salivating, her nose quick to bring her to the site of the fallen beast. Alas, somebody was already there. And he was big. Diantha was no fighter, so instead she hung back. She was certain he could see her, and she looked on interested, but she wouldn't approach until he'd backed off her next meal. At least it seemed to be only him.