She's got the devil's eyes
It is not often she surrenders to slumber, but even she is not immune to such needs. As it happens, this particular sleep is not to be nearly so uneventful as the majority of her’s are. In wakefulness she so often wears the pretense of her invulnerability like a shield, but unfortunately, she is not truly so. A fact that wakens her with the sharpest clarity when a subtle tug stirs her unconsciousness, a magic both foreign and familiar flooding her for the briefest of moments.
When her eyes open, she finds herself not in the safe hollow in which she had bedded down, but instead resting on a carpet of leaves, the prickle of pine needles distinctly different from the sand against her skin. The cool musky scent of rich earth and shaded foliage invading her nostrils tells her she is no longer in Nerine. But the scent is familiar, and in moments she places it.
The forest.
In seconds she is on her feet, dark ears levelled in wary defense as she draws the familiar cloak of apathy around her like armor, blood humming with tense readiness. When the panicked calls reach her ears, she stiffens, casting warily about until she finds the source very close by.
Kagerus.
For the first time in a long time, she knows confusion. Abruptly, she steps back cloaking her presence as she tries to discern how and why this had occurred. But after a few moments of searching, the only thing that becomes glaringly clear is that the woman here is not the Kagerus Heartfire remembers.
Abruptly, she steps forward, her course decided as she discards her illusions and interrupts whatever madness had brought them together. “Lilliana is not here Kagerus,” she replies by way of greeting, her blue eyes glinting in the unreadable dark mask of her features. “It’s only you and I.” She pauses a moment, for asking almost sharply, “Why?”
and they'll cut you like a weapon