Azariah had headed more north after helping the younger girl, Eira. The faeries that so often frequented the north had seemed to all but disappear, a fact that made the monochrome witch sad. They had been so helpful when she had first come to the northern region, aiding her in social life as well as how to function in the cold. Though these were things she had already known, it was still nice of them to put themselves out like that. Now they were all but gone, only a few left to huddle together in frozen niches and in no mood to socialize or help her out. The creatures were surprisingly cold, though Azariah should have expected nothing less from the ice-blooded. With her skull mask firmly shoved on her face to help keep her sheltered from the cold, the beauty made her way to the cathedral.
Before long, the scent of a male brushed through her nose on an icy wind, and Azariah spied the paw prints on the ground that suggested the male had headed in the same direction she was going. Nerves bundled up, but she tried to keep herself contained. The witch continued on her path, hoping that the stranger wouldn't be some big baddie out on a warpath. Soon, she came upon the dark figure of a wolf, the same one she had scented on the wind and saw the path of. Her masked head tilted and she trotted forward a bit. Her paws did not make any sound, even in the snow, but the bell on her collar did. The tinkling sound helped her to announce her presence, in case the wolf was one that spooked easily. After all, Azariah moved like a ghost, with an ethereal grace and silence to her steps that made her appear even more spirit like. Her mask hid her white hooded face, but the blood red of her eyes stood out, lending even more to her supernatural aura.
Azariah watched as the male seemed to be indecisive, and she wondered what might make him so. Then she saw them. Ice sprites had decided to play a game with the man, blowing icy wind at him and making his trek almost impossible. One looked up and froze, alerting the others who promptly disappeared. In reality, Azariah was simply staring off into space with an odd, annoyed look on her features as the biting winds died down. Though, no one would be able to tell her that the sprites weren't real.
