Just one more to ease the pain

It had taken all of her willpower to leave the island, but there was a huge need for herbs as her current stores were nil at best. She was sure that the demon king wouldn't understand why she had to go, even though her medicines would help him as well. With her father's skull firmly mashed into place on her delicate facade, Azariah sets off to find the best herbs to help her with her current problems. Anxiety was a constant companion - what if she couldn't produce what her king demanded? Muscle soreness and random pains from bearing his weight was beginning to take its toll on her already fragile frame. The faerie princess had trouble sleeping, even with the aid of her friends who often sang softly in sweet tunes to lull her into sleep. The young witch could feel her life forces being drained from her daily, and she wondered how much longer she could keep going without the aid of medicines. Without proper sleep it wouldn't be long before she found her breaking point, her mind felt fevered enough as it was.

The further away from the island she got, the more her pace quickened with her anxiety. She could be killed for leaving his domain, or left in a condition that made her beg for death. Lucifer would eat her alive for this, she just knew it. It had to be done, though, and she needed the herbs with a ferocity she hadn't known before. Moving deeper inland, the masked faerie witch was flighty and easily startled, illustrated by a bird who flew from the grasses around her. The sudden motion made her yelp and snarl as she jumped out of her skin, her jaws snapping in the empty air to display her displeasure with the start. Stupid bird, I thought I was dead! She thought irritably to herself, looking up into the sky at Umbra with a deep crimson glare. "Spurca volantes mus, te non posse monuit mihi!" Umbra had the grace to look offended, as if it wasn't her job to watch Azariah's back.

With an insulted caw, Umbra replied with a nasty tone, "Hoc non solvit enim ego sum." Her black beady eyes looked down on Aza with a warmth despite her cold tone, watching the visible parts of Aza's mouth turn into outrage. The witch said nothing more to her pet as she continued her hurried march toward a few plants in the meadow she had come to. Sniffing at the purple flowers, Azariah relaxed a little, the scent reminding her of her father and learning how to be brave from him. Plucking a few of the long stalks, Azariah made sure to gather enough to keep her for a while. Lavender helped her to relax more than anything else, except maybe cannabis - which was next on her list. The young witch also planned to gather motherwort, to help anxiety and the tension she felt all over her body. She expected it to take a while, knowing that in some places the herbs were harder to find than in others, but she couldn't give up on them. Aza needed to hurry though, as she was paranoid that Lucifer would happen upon her and mutilate her just for leaving the island, as he had threatened to do before.