Ravensblood Forest The one that will occasionally openly steal babies

astara stilled as the boy and his soon-to-be tormentor turned off into the woods. she did not pursue them immediately -- for the wind had shifted away from her favor, and if she advanced she would be sure to be discovered. waiting until the mercurial summer winds settled, astara watched merrick lead the babe deeper in the woods in some twisted and macabre design.

she would wait under the arm of a particularly low hanging spruce; here the scent of pine and conifer was disorienting and ripe, and she was unlikely to be seen unless she moved or dragomir happened to walk straight into her. the wraith had no plans of her own here. it was merrick's show entirely; she would wait for any signal on her companion's part, and would play whatever grim role the stage of his cruel game demanded.