Well this is different. Loess is a land with chaos built right into the geography, where climate means little from one vale to the next. Its a little disconcerting, to be perfectly honest. But it is a change, and I need change. Besides, this is Castile's domicile, and my affection for him is enough to keep me local for the time being. For now I keep my feet on the ground. What with all the shifting monarchies and the migration of the kingdom inhabitants, I have to wonder if I'll come across a soul. Surely, it's quiet now.
Restlessly, I have wandered. Why not? I have little else to keep me occupied these days. The chill in the air hat made my coat grow long in defense, but I have spent hours refining it. Once more I glow with otherworldly glamour, the flames of my mane shining in iridescent loveliness. It is a kind of control. When all else fails, I can be beautiful, and it is a truth solely in my power. Little else is, anymore. Perhaps that will change. Not today, no, but soon. For now I seek connection, conversation. Perhaps I'll come across Arthas, and see if he is a one worthy of a degree of loyalty. It's possible. There is another nearby, watching me. With a bored rustling of wings, I step around to sight them. "Come out, come out, whoever you are!" My voice carries, silver toned and feminine, with a vague undercurrent of something less delicate. I was nice. I was kind. It made me weak. It was time to try a different tack, or rather, it was time to return to my roots. Sweet and kind conflict when your newest goal is to kill a clown. Brutally.
SABRA
I'm Hell on Heels, Say What You Will