Nura had not attended the festival, not in so many words no. The heavy scents of strangers and food and drink had told her all she needed to know about what the gathering was. And she had other things on her mind. Archon had abandoned his mission, had chosen to settle with a mortal woman and her pack. As far as she was concerned that was sign enough it was time she left, her abilities were wasted on a nephew that would choose to be ruled by mortals, even ones he'd chosen to bed with. So she was making her way down to Auster where the remains of her family made their home, though she worried about their inaction as well.
The scents of the pack her nephew had settled in lingered near the festival so she'd mostly avoided it, but curiosity had at least kept her nearby for the next day. The sounds of hawkers calling out their wares told the woman a market had been set up, and this time she allowed herself to drift closer. She chose a merchant a bit aways from the majority of the crowd, the telltale scents of alcohol making it pretty clear what he was selling, her twin bangles giving away her approach. The woman roved her gaze over his ware, impressive considering the clear sightleness of her clouded orbs, before lifting them to nearly meet the man's gaze, though not quite. She'd never been particularly indulgent but she didn't discount the usage of a good drink in her craft, though she herself found it dulled her already impaired senses more than she often liked.
