The taste of power, true power was delicious to the warlock. With destructive powers like this, she held power over life and death, she could snuff out a lesser creature's life with a clean hit easily. This was far more real than the illusion of authority over servants she had in her old life, in fact that life would have led nowhere and was better traded for this awesome arcane might she now had at her command. It was likely her father would have traded of gifted her to some influential or self important lord or a lesser sorcerer, where she would have been nothing more than a pretty body, one of many wives uncared for, all in exchange for some favor or sum her family would have received.<br/><br/>Making use of her new powers, she clad herself in a dark black outfit, not quite corporeal, but a tangible manifestation of her magic, more protective than an actual gown or robe could have been. It was likely it wouldn't endure against serious threats, but it was vastly better than any other outfit she could have obtained, it covered the parts of her the barbarians or inmates of this island desired most, and best of all, it took practically no effort to conjure, given she had the time and focus.<br/><br/>Setting her sights at the collection of primitive looking huts by the coast in the distance she set out on the small trail to her left, following the edge of the cliff until the terrain brought her to the level of the shore, where a fall was no longer a threat. It occurred to her that she was now moving clockwise along the shoreline of the island, something to keep in mind if she had to travel without a map. The weather remained unchanged for the next hours, and through the layers of clouds and filtered lights it was still impossible to tell the exact time of day, or the four cardinal directions. Hectavia grew up in relative wealth and luxury, she never had to survive on her own in the wilderness, or provide for herself, so she remained oblivious to any further clues that could have aided her navigation and travel.<br/><br/>After two hours of walking, much of which was taken by slopes and smaller ledges, she estimated she crossed half the distance and could arrive within the next hour or less. However, unused to the walking over rough terrain, and breathing the different air of the region was affecting her it seemed. She started to feel thirst and hunger again, something that seemed magically lifted from her before, maybe due to her transformation or through whatever means she was conveyed to this place. Still, it was a reminder that sustenance was another obstacle in her way.<br/><br/>The sky didn't seem to darken yet so there was time for a small detour if she wanted to try and find something to eat, either through gathering or hunting small animals with her new power. Of course she could proceed and find out what food and drink was available in the village ahead, and what price would be asked for in exchange. If she continued to the village, she had enough time on the way to consider and plan her approach.