Blackfeather Woods The Silence

Even though their induction into Rowan's ranks -- and Eldritch's subsequent promotion -- had placed some small measure of distance between the dark sisters, Aerenys could still often be found in the hellhound's vicinity. If she was not wandering the Woods and serving her own purposes, much of Caplata's free time was spent trailing after her night-sister -- hovering, though less like a fretful mother hen and more as a fly on the wall. A vigilant shadow that was never far from the Nightwish. 

Today was no different. As Eldritch spoke of their gods, Aerenys watched from the underbrush -- ears swiveling towards the night-pelted starling who had come to hold a measure of the Mambo's heart. After a time, she melted from the darkness of the trees to stand before her friend -- unconcerned that she would frighten the other girl with her sudden appearance. Aerenys knew well they were the most frightening things in these woods, at least the only ones who had corporeal form. The gods could be terrifying as they were cruel but they had no physical form that Mati had ever heard tale of.

"What're ya doin, hmm?" Aerenys purled softly, wild jewels of blue and purple alight with wonder.