#corvinxs

“I keep running into familiar faces,” Andruil hums thoughtfully, reclining against the stone of the alley where she had been enjoying the nighttime as she glances at the drow that had appeared as if from the very shadows. It’s a dangerous situation, the one she had found herself in, but she is mostly curious of how he would react to her presence. She doubts he was actually all that offended about her disappearance, where it not for the trail of bodies she left on her wake. “I must have known it was only matter of time before we met, Amadeus.”

Sinbyrn stands before one of the dark creatures, admiring the wild way it bucks against its bindings due to her presence. She'd prefer one that had an unruly spirit with enough strength to slaughter foes on its own, one that only bent its head for her. Of course, she had practiced no particular taming skill during her years being trained by the priesthood and still saw no real value in the practice. However, she was also not going to entirely remove herself from the selection process of her mount. "You responded so promptly to my summons. I'm impressed," she patronizes, viewing Amadeus' talent for beasts and his very presence was beneath her. "I do believe a dedicated mount will suit me, and I want to not only make the best selection but bring them to heal myself." This time when the nearby beast lunges again, Sinbyrn is quick to cast a sharp web of shadows, lashing the beast cruelly until pulls from her. Only then does she approach, petting it now that it understands that it should only look upon her in fear. "This one is no good, but you'll work with me to find one of suitable status for me. I want to look regal as I lead my unit into the Otherwilds."

"The drows are not my current priority, so could we put a pin on whatever threat you are about to spew?" She offers. "I won't attack you, and you won't attack me. How does that sound?"