Cynthia
Shuddering, he'd never enjoyed the way healing magic felt. Still, he gave her a grateful pat on the arm. Her lingering scent and energy more easily getting pushed from his mind. He was starting reclaim his composure around her and was eternally grateful for it. With a sigh he too heard out the small men. 

**"We do not know! Intruders in the forest, creatures we've never seen. They are of the size of us, but there is something wrong with them, something twisted. Like the Unseelie but... Worse. Perhaps they might be... Demons."** The last part is said in a squeak and the rest of them all rattle their spears. **"You must come right away, Witch."** 

"Seems we've got a big problem on our hands." Noctis said, and despite it all he had to hide a laugh behind his hand and turn it into a cough. The Pukwudgie nodded entirely unaware of the jest. 

"Well Esme, shall we then? I always pay my debts. So let us get going, seems we have our date." He says, patting her back and moving to get his shoes and cloak on.
Monte
*Esme's first assumption would be the unseelie dark fae, they always linger about and cause trouble. But then the word demon is mentioned and memories of a long lost past return. Wife and child crying over a father who no longer was himself. The guttural screams of possession, her own rosemary scent and the long awaited crack of dawn. The exhaustion of that night weighs fresh in Esme's mind and as her hand falls away away from Noctis, she gives the Pukwudgies a single nod. The witch will take care of it as she always has.*

"Sweet Tooth, I need you to stay here." *She quietly commands, the wisp daring not to speak back. As the denizens of these woods know Esme enough that she rarely demands or commands anything of them. But when she does, it is for the better interest of the whole. Plus who dares to talk back to one of the remaining Twilight Witches?*

*Now pushing herself to a stand, Esme produces quite the flamboyant and sassy snap of the fingers. Her grimoire flying towards her and her other arm raises upwards. As she brings it down, draping across her body. The once innocent white dress adorned with rose embroidery transforms into tight leather pants. A corset of black and a white blouse similar to what she wore when Noctis had first met her. As she walks, golden sparks radiate around her feet, forming thigh high boots with heels that allow her height to surpass her usual short stature. Knights wear plate, Esme wears... Well... Her battle armor is the thinner clothes that perfectly describes what a witch would be. Her hand then runs across, making a gesture as her large witch hat forms and she now stands before the small Pukwudgies.*

"The problem will be dealt with. Please, I do not wish all of you to be endangered. If you can, only send a few guiding scouts with us." *She beams at the leader as Sweet Tooth hands her, her bag.*
"If you give me a general idea, then I will find the rest of the way." 

*A woman once soft spoken now commands authority. She is straight to the point and does not beat around the edges. What could be a demon to a Pukwudgie is taken of equal threat to a devil raising straight from the hells. Yet Esme shows no fear or hesitation in her eyes. Her mind is made and she intends to handle this efficiently and effectively.*

"Also Noctis, if you could grab a few of those potions to keep with you. You are not armed and I am sure you have a means to be. But just in case, there is a old blade in my room in the closet. It is a short sword so I hope you do not mind." *She points to the once off-limits room.*
Cynthia
He can feel the intense atmosphere and he watches her, an eyebrow raised in interest. My my, this lovely little flower had *Thorns*. There was a severity to her that absolutely took his breath away- it was *Hot*. He was a born, bred and hardened warrior- he was Conan encountering Xena, he was a master of the blade and physically unmatched in this age and yet this tiny, fragile looking woman held within her a steel reinforcement that nearly made him shudder. Despite the energy in the room as the tiny men began to take sheets of paper and some charcoal to draw out a map for her, chattering to each other as they worked to get the best map for her- he smirked at her. 

Crossing the room he took the three potions and fastened them to his belt, which had been tailor made to be able to contain a few phials for potions. Demigods at war always needed healing. Afterwards he cast another glance at Esme and then headed back towards her room and froze at the door. This room was important to her- and she'd let him enter it. Purely for bussiness, which was where she flourished in her interactions, but she was fine gold to him and he was a trepitdious banker wanting not to tarnish this masterpiece. Slowly he pushed the door open to see what awaited him within, moving to the closet to take hold of the shortsword and examine it.
Monte
*As Esme seems focused on taking in any information the Pukwudgies can give her. Noctis would be greeted with a room equally tidy as the living room. Though it lacks the hangings vines and different vials of potions, paired with the clutter of shelves. It is simple, adorned with only a few decorations and a single potted plant by the bedside. Underneath the table are a few books, likely Esme's own journals and records once she grew out of her young, diary writing phase. Even the closet doors are made out of simple oak wood. They act as gatekeepers to the various clothes she had tailored herself. Dresses, blouses, a few corsets and even some skirts. The blade as promised, lingers against the back of the closet wall. Tucked away in an ornate sheath made of green.*

*Why would the witch need a blade? Perhaps she can use magic to animate it like she had the broom. But Esme does not seem to be the type to rely on weaponry at all. In fact, aside from the dagger she keeps on the garter she usually wears. There has not been a weapon in sight up until this point, her magic is her weapon. So why keep this particular short-sword? Towards the top there is a small engraving with the initials D.T., how odd. It is well taken care of too, there is not a scratch to be seen. There are other items to be found, one of which being a flute that is tucked away into a small rectangular case.*

*This is not the only item that may stand out. As towards the window where the curtain remains closed, keeping the room from receiving any natural light. There is a music box with a lyre leaned next to it. So the witch fancies herself a musician perhaps. Her singing is not all that far fetched given she seems to have a good ear for vocal tune. So it should be no surprise it can extend to instruments. Though each one looks old, like relics though properly well kept.*

*Meanwhile in the living room...*

"Thank you. As per usual, the snacks in the cupboard there are your for the taking. I apologize on the delays to the star fruit. I had been busy, but you are free to take two from the gardens if you wish." *Esme chirps, breaking from her commanding presence briefly as she smiles at each individual Pukwudgie.*
"I will assure you, this situation will be dealt with in haste."
Cynthia
Drawing the blade from its sheath, he carefully tested its balance in his hand, giving it a few swings. Rolling the blade over his knuckles and catching it deftly, he thrusts and then mines a block against a shadowy opponent before nodding. The blade was fine, well kept, polished and without nicks in the edge. Not what he'd been expecting. Sliding it into the sheath, he attached the green scabbard behind his hip so he could reach back and pull the short blade free. 

As a warrior, Noctis knew a weapon was an extension of its master. Whoever had owned this must have loved it, so it was his duty to guard it well as the weapons temporary ward. He paused before leaving and looked at the other items, wishing he could stay with this witch for days upon days, maybe years upon years- to learn everything about her. To wake up to her singing again, to play with Sweet Tooth in the garden, to feel her fingers brush against his, to watch those pink lips speak words that could be cryptic, aloof or totally biting. 

Knowing that was never going to happen, he turned and walked back out of the room and pulled the door closed. 

*Meanwhile...*

**Oh yes we will, we will! Star fruit is mighty good and we have kept the fart frogs from cropping your banks for twenty years. Yes yes we shall grab those two and you can bring us more afterwards."** The leader said with a nod, the Pukwudgie all gave resolute nods. A smaller than most Pukwudgie stepped forward, he had a shock of red hair and heavy freckles. His skin was tanned and he was slightly heavy set, with a bow of spider silk and a quiver full of poison tipped arrows.
Monte
"Make yourselves at home." *Esme chuckles as she hears Noctis approach, she turns on her heels to face him.*
"They gave us a map and it appears we will have a scout." *The witch then glances over at the red headed one before leaning in closer to whisper towards Noctis.*
"Sorry for getting you dragged in this."

*As she pulls away, Esme cannot help but frown again. She really does feel bad. Even if Noctis is healed, if there is a real threat. Demigod or not, having him partake in the troubles of these woods can be a real inconvenience. If things get dangerous, they have a tendency to become near lethal if not handled correctly. While she does no doubt his power. She has her concerns of the last affects that the woods could have if the Pukwudgie brings them to a place of high chaos. The weave here has tears and those tears can prove lethal if one does not navigate them correctly.*

*But what is done is done and the both of them have a quest to do. Sweet Tooth gives them a salute as it stands next to the Pukwudgies, cheering as it believes the two will be successful. The sight alone makes Esme cheer up some. Causing her to then smile back act Noctis before giving a playful shake of his sleeve before stepping forward. There are some doubts about letting the Pukwudgie's stay alone in her home. It wouldn't be the first time her assistance and employers have made messes that she has had to spend hours cleaning. Then again, the Pukwudgies here tend to be a bit more reasonable... At least towards Esme. That cannot be said for anything else however. So Esme swallows away those concerns, taking another look back at Noctis.*

*Will a demigod be upset to partake in such a mundane task? She cannot help but wonder. Without realizing, Esme is staring as she gets lost in thought. Questioning why someone of his caliber should have to subject himself to this. He fought in wars and now he is bending his head to smaller fae and she dare say her. It makes her uneasy and ultimately Esme does not want to offend him. Completely unaware of what his true thoughts are, as he has done well to hide them. Which causes her to nervously stammer again, whispering once more as she thinks of the reasons why he could ne unhappy with this situation.*

"When we are out of view, you can probably sneak away. I do not see a reason why you would want to come along with this- I am sorry."
Cynthia
"A map? A gift from Fae doesn't come lightly- they gave *You* A map. I think they respect you enough that a gift will be a gift in this instance. I'm just your tag along, the squire to my ladies knight." He said, grinning as he watched the Pukwudgies began to set down their gear and start passing around snacks to eat and bet with, and unpacking little playing cards carved onto wood slivers. 

He lets the first whisper of apologies slide, a formality he's sure. It felt almost exciting to be on a proper quest again, something he hasn't done on his own for anything other than money since he'd been a teenager, before he'd met Scipio. After that, everything had been a mission. With a new sword on his hip, despite missing his Ebony Rose, he felt like a fledgling hero out to try and make things right. He felt the way he'd wanted to end up- even if he'd ended up far from it. 

When she smiles at him he can feel his heart flutter, but the only expression he gives is a continued look of contentment. When she pulls his sleeve he playfully bumps her hip with his own, before tickling the top of Sweet Tooth's head. 

"Now you look after Esmes hut, okay? As my most honored friend, I know you'll be the big boss and keep these fellas in line for my lady." He says with a wink, before rising and turning to her. Catching her staring, he gazed back curiously until they're close and she whispers again. 

"Esme, I'll see this quest through to the end even if it kills me. It's not my forest- but I owe a debt, and I have selfish intentions too, if it makes you feel better. I want you to live, and come back without too much trouble- there's still so much of you I need." He leans in closer to whisper his response, his breath tickling her cheek and ear and the scent of rosemary flooding his senses. 

For her sake she'd smell whatever smell allured her most, it was a natural gift of his from Masculo. Then he'd lean back and smile reassuringly before the scout spoke. 

**"Names Bukka A'ur Rah, y

Ou can call me Bukka. We go now."** He said, using the little cone to communicate and then he began to trot rather quickly out the door and onto the path, waiting by the gate for them to close the door and follow him into the woods.
Monte
*Esme lets out a playful scoff at Noctis who intends to play the squire. But it is true, no gift goes without exchange unless genuine respect is given. Respect long cultivated over generations now. Watcher, protector, witch, songbird. Just a few of many titles Esme has been bestowed. Who knows if Esme is not just one of those many titles as well. To be titled beloved must mean devotion was given to the witch at some point. Or it was just a name that her mother adored when she was a babe. Either way, Esme is a beacon for the fae and other critters here. So she dare not disappoint them.*

"We will be back soon." *She says to the group that now settles in as she waits by the door.*

*A debt to be repaid, selfish reasons. Esme nods for a moment as she only processes half of his words. At first she just assumes it is a means to an end. To complete his dream, to understand and grasp divination to peer past fate and dare change it. A dangerous magic but one that can be learned nonetheless. Then the second half of his words echo in her head and with a cocked eyebrow, Esme slow turns her attention towards Noctis. Her eyes fluttering, the hair on the back of her neck standing as her body tenses up. This causes the once authoritative witch to minimize, her posture and confidence smaller than the body of Sweet Tooth who holds up a small crack proud. Waiting for the highest bidder to take a bite.*

"I-I am not sure what you mean... But if you wish to be ta-taught I will have to see what you're capable of."

*Her words flood out of her mouth, climbing over one another as they barely structure themselves in a sentence. Then she smells muskmallow paired with a spice that is both equal in familarity to her and foreign. A blur of the past trickles in her mind, the memory too hazed to truly make out. Yet Esme finds her heart fluttering. Why? Averting her gaze in a bit of panic, Esme's brow furrows as the hazed memory bothers her. This isn't the first time she has felt this familiar feeling but each time she tries to grasp where it had come from. It slips from her fingertips like a ribbon made of velvet, too slippery to hold. The concern on her face is present for a moment as each time she is reminded of her amnesia, Esme tends to remain discomforted for days. With a deep breath and a clear throat, Esme forces a smile at the scout Pukwudgie to distract herself. Giving a curtsy towards him.*

"Pleasure. Thank you again Bukka."
Cynthia
Luckily for her, perhaps unluckily for Noctis, he'd already looked away when the fullness of her reaction was shown. He'd been distracted with the introduction of Bukka. Had he been looking at Esme or keeping her in his peripheral as he did everyone else he'd ever met, he might have picked up on some form of reaction. Yet he shit his senses off to her when he could help it, it helped with staying focused and in control. There wasn't room to allow weakness especially in a Fae wood of all places. 

When he does glance the only thing he sees is a sort of concern on her face, and that perplexes him. Did she think he was trying to steal her magical secrets? Noctis was a greedy, malicious bastard- true, he wouldn't deny that if he was forced to speak truth to the gods. 

Yet this woman had invited him to her home, fed him and reminded him of a time he'd been just human. 

"I don't do well with external magic. Masculos realm is that of the body- all of the magic I'm good at is directly centered around the body. Learning anything you can do for the most part would be too far from my domain for me to have any hope at- be at ease. I'll not harm you or take from you- save to save you. I promise it on the name of my father. Breaking an oath on my fathers name would have devastating effects for me, so... Trust that it'll hold me true." He said with a grin. Noctis felt a bit hurt that she thought he'd want to *Steal* Her magic. 

Use her for it, sure, but he wasn't some petty crook. He was a very talented, very methodical one and he had standards. 

The hurt didn't show on his face, maybe a glimmer in the eyes but it was gone faster than a firebugs light can flash. 

"Very well, let's be on our way." 

**"I'll say when we are leaving!"** Bukka hollered, and after a moment said, **"Okay we leave now."** Turning on his heel, he led the way out as Noctis leaned down to take a bite for Sweet Tooth's sake, patted their head and followed after Bukka. His slender pianists fingers traced t

He hilt of the shortsword behind his hip, getting familiar with it.
Monte
*Esme looks quite perplexed at the sudden declaration. She did not mean to imply anything malicious. She just was caught off guard- oh now how is she going to explain this? Heat washes over her as she attempts to think of something. But as her lips part she is fiercely reprimanded by Bukka. Which causes her to clasp her hands together, nodding her head down in apologies. Noctis has misunderstood. Why did he have to get so close anyways? Most importantly, what was that smell? It frustrates her and as she pinches the bridge of her nose, Esme promptly calms down. All it takes is a tiny bit of clarification. Don't botch this up and do not over think it.*

"I did not think you to steal my magic, Noctis." 

*She then briefly cuts herself off, having to catch herself from blurting out her condition. But she is swift to continue so that the two do not have to walk in any furthering awkward silence.*

"I just didn't understand what you meant- I still don't. When you said you need me, I figured it was what with previously talked about."

*Esme cannot bring herself to explain why she grew flustered as she simply doesn't know why. Noctis' natural looks, though acknowledge, hadn't caused her any sway in her thoughts prior. Even if he was the reason, she dare not say it. If he isn't the reason, then she dare not speak on the amnesia either. Otherwise it will court pity and pity is not something the witch needs. Anything that cloud her head is a concern, she must always be forthcoming and headstrong. Yet it truly bothers her that from a single scent alone, she was reminded of hazed memories. Then a small but sharp pain can be felt in her head and Esme is quick to conceal any discomfort. Blinking a bit slower than usual until the pain is gone.*

*Then her eyes flicker towards the blade and unexplained melancholy washes over her. But again, Esme conceals it. Though her eyes linger longer then they should and as she pries her gaze away. She mentally reminds herself to not dwell on visions unclear. She has a job to do, she needs to have her wits about her.*
Cynthia
So it wasn't about her magic. Relief flooded through him and yet, now he was forced to wonder what exactly had caused her to look that way. Was she repulsed by him? Maybe there was some curse or something that made him look ugly to her or something. No, that was the human in him, the look wouldn't have been concern, it would have been worse, a desire to step back or shove away or protect herself would have occurred. 

When her lips part before she speaks, his silver eyes fasten to them and he can feel his heartbeat pound. It was almost annoying. Yes he was attracted to her, he'd been attracted to people before and, that was different. This was worse. This felt as if she'd taken the core of his world and drawn it into herself, and now his mind was orbiting her existence. It was entirely infuriating. He'd met the damn woman yesterday. 

"Ah." He wasn't sure what he'd meant either. The words had flowed from his mouth as easily as water spilled from a tipped over glass. 

"Are you worried I'll get hurt? I know the Fae can be dangerous, but I've survived dangers before. I won't be a scar for you, Esme. If for no other reason I survive, I'll survive to ensure that you smile at the end of this." The words came out and instantly he regretted them. Not only were they soppy, but perhaps he'd touched at something ummeant to. She *Had* A coven, but that was gone now. Where had they gone? What had taken them apart? Death? Ideals? Worse? 

The hurt that he'd noticed before flashed through his mind and he wanted nothing more than to hold her, run his fingers through her brilliant hair to provide comfort. He also wanted to run, leave this woman behind and never deal with it again, go on with his life and conquer this damn world.
Monte
"I suppose I worry about all things getting hurt, it is my job." *Esme shrugs as she speaks.*

*What witch would she be if she were not aware of every situation that she and others would be putting themselves in? Her gift is equal a curse. Death has been shown to her before and while she is grateful it dares to not show now. She will always have her concerns. If fate can change from negative to positive, then reverse can always be applied. In fact, Esme knows it all too well on how quick the pendulum swings in this regard.*

"I have plenty faith in you, my mind was just trailed." *She quickly coughs out.*

*Will she explain? As per usual, probably not. She dares not even look Noctis' way. She is troubled and Esme is adamant on quelling it on her own as she usually does. But then her eyebrows shoot up again. Puzzled by Noctis' romanticized words. A simple check should be of no alarm. Most of the time the fae denizens call for great claims of demons. Only for it to just be a giant spider or two that ate too many growshrooms. Yet she does not show this struggle, keeping a warm smile on her face that makes the witch distant more than ever. It is one trait she is good at, she has had over a hundred of years to perfect it.*

"Your words are coated in honey. I do not understand it sometimes." *Esme then blurts out, much to her own frustration. It's the sword, the damn sword. Everytime she looks at it, she trails off. If only she had been rid of it years ago.*
"Apologies... What I am trying to say is... Oh hells... I'll be blunt. You seem very eager to put yourself in a sacrificial position for me despite not knowing me. Are you not concerned of a witch's trickery?"
Cynthia
"Honestly? I'm entirely concerned of a witches trickery. But I'm as old as you are Esme, I've encountered your ancestors ancestors, I met the children who started the practice of witchcraft- I know what to look for. I've detected none of it from you. Yet... How do I..." He continues walking, tapping his fingers on the source of her discomfort unknowingly. The sword truly was well made, he knew a good blade when he had one, and there was something about this one that just felt *Right.* Touching it made him feel protective of Esme in a way he hadn't felt since... Since Amylia. Thinking of his first love, an elven girl who'd wanted him to leave a peaceful life with him- he'd wanted to protect her. He thought he was going to by helping Scipio. 

The cousin conflict had spelled her demise though, and now she too was nothing but the dust of bones, like his mother, like Emi. Getting lost in painful memories himself, he smiled at her. 

"You're very beautiful Esme, more than very, and more than beautiful, I know many words but could never use any to describe you. However... That isn't why. I value my life, I want to live and to have had meaning in this world, but that doesn't mean that I don't also have honor. I am a child of Aeterna and I exist to serve it, what is the point of leaving behind a legacy if it will not be one I can be proud of. I have to risk my life sometimes to do what's right, and sometimes I have to do what's wrong for some to do what's right for many others." After his short speech, he let her take her time to process his words. He couldn't *Not* Speak to her in any way but in a caress, everything about her was precious. 

A beauty, sure, but that wasn't really the cause. It was a wonderful bonus, but what really made him want to supply her with his 'honeyed words' were the facts that she was undeniably what he wanted to see in this world. 

People like Esme, things like Fae woods (of the Seelie Courts)- that was the dream he had for Aeterna. A beautiful world,

With peace and magic, joy and wonder, rest and strength. No malice, no hate- a willingness to be kind and to let the flows of the world chart itself to good things. It was a dream that was as impossible as roping the sun, but Esme was a sliver of it and oh how precious she was because of it.
Monte
*Her first thought is to chuckle and say 'old man'. But decided that it would be quite careless and rather inappropriate. She refrains, containing the intrusive thought in heavy shackles so that it dare not disobey her will again. But it's effects are present and the corners of her lips quiver, holding back a laugh that Esme promptly swallows down as she takes a deep breath. A close call, a showing of true restraint. Keeping her eyes forwards, her ears pick up the song that Noctis weaves. Pictures painted, small images and little secrets of his feelings conudcting themselves for her. Yet she cannot see the full work of art and the words lay themselves before her, for her to decipher.*

*Then the compliments bully their way through all rational thought and Esme is flushed again. Again with the compliments, his sweet words pluck like the sound of harp strings that cause Esme to very quietly grumble under her breath. She still cannot handle them and she has long determined that she never will learn how to accept compliments. This causes her to give Noctis a sheepish smile trying her best to contain the magic that triggers her literal flight response to transform into a bird. There is sincerity behind Noctis' words yet she curses herself as she feels she is missing the meaning of them. All because he had to start with calling her beautiful.*

"I see..." *She stammers, her gaze down cast as she tries shake off the heat that conveniently warms her head.*
"It is honorable but let us hope that this possible demon is not anything worth causing you to test that ideology today." *Then her genuine warm smile returns and Esme walks a few paces ahead to remain right behind Bukka. It is sweeter than candy, warmer than summer. The girl had a glow in her eye yet it was not of the magic kind and as she moves, she leaves behind that scent of rosemary Noctis is likely now familiar with.*
Cynthia
*Gods* She was... Cute? What the fuck? Noctis was baffled by this damn woman. She took compliments poorly, she managed fae like they were common serfs and she was also someone who held onto her childhood diary? Shaking his head, he couldn't match her restraint. He laughed. He laugh loud and he laughed hard, even having to stop and hold his belly. The whole situation was just so absurd to her. Here he was over two thousand years in the future, on a quest with an isolationist witch and he was maybe falling for her after having met her the day before. The entire thing was preposterous, it was insane. 

**"Laugh not ancient blood! These creatures come from the dark, there is a familiarity of them- but wrong. Like evil sneaked into their blood and now had corrupted their souls. We cannot tell if they are fae or not! No laughing matter! Bukka says stop!"** 

Noctis instantly straightened, not wanting to get shot by one of the arrows. Pukwudgies poison arrows could theoretically knock out even an elephant, Pukwudgie magic operated in a strange way. It correlated itself to the their size, not the size of the enemy. Its what made them such a dangerous foe.

"Of course, of course, my humblest apologies." He responds, and casts his eyes over to Esme. He reaches out and squeezes her elbow softly. "It's okay, honeyed words or not, I am here for the same reason as you. Lets hope its just a simple job." His hand falls away from her, slowly, as if he was pulling himself away from her with a lot of effort. The truth was, it DID take a lot of effort. 

As they walked side by side, the forest began to grow darker. The branches creeping in as if awaiting them to stumble or drop their guards, ready to snatch them into their clutches. Bukka strode confidently, but his bow was slung and out as he gazed around them. 

**"Getting close to their territory now, dangerous..."** Bukka said. 

"Can you do a scan of the area or anything?" Noctis asked, using the encroaching darkness to scoot closer to her, both to protect and be protected by her magic.
Monte
*Esme gives Noctis an assuring nod. She has heard his words and ultimately can breathe easy now that the air has been cleared up. Whatever haze that clouded her mind is gone for now though she doesn't doubt it will return later.*

"Understood." *She whispers to Bukka.*

*Now turning her attention to the quest at hand, Esme readies her magic. As her chest rises and falls, the grimoire in her hands opens on its own. It begins to glow a faint blue, radiating with arcane energy. But it is not shining bright enough to attract attention. Her long studied spells form on the once blank pages. Sigils and ruins of the ancient elves, diagrams forming in place. With the now ever growing energy, the ground underneath her feet begins sprout white blossoms. As if she is an aspect of life itself, the nature around her is vigorously thriving. Like a walking miracle even in danger.*

*She tries to sense just what exactly is wrong. Could this demon radiate an aura like most do? Or is it unseelie. Her instincts are on high alert and as her heart rate quickens, her gaze becomes sharper. The earth is hers to command and she will not allow any further trouble be raised afoot under her watch.*

"Be mindful. Fae or demon, both can be equally lethal." *She whispers under her breath.*