Ghostly Arrival

Absinth approached the border with purposeful strides, her ravens' alert caws still echoing in her ears. The monochromatic fae's sharp eyes scanned the snowy landscape, searching for the source of the disturbance. The sight of Azrael conversing with a young, unfamiliar woman caught her attention. She observed the exchange from a distance, her gaze narrowing as she studied the lithe stranger. The woman's beauty and grace were undeniable, and there was something vaguely familiar about her, though Absinth couldn't place it. Her curiosity was piqued, mingled with a hint of suspicion.

Stepping closer, Absinth made her presence known, her movements fluid and silent until she spoke. “Look what we have here, a proper party.” The fae gave a wicked smile as she called out, her voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. “Who's your new friend?” Her tone was calm but carried an undercurrent of mirth. Her eyes flicked to the woman, studying her more intently. The faint scent of.. something familiar again teased her senses, but Absinth pushed the thought aside, focusing on the immediate situation. She was addressing Azrael, emeralds sharp as she acknowledged the brute. Another of Sephiran’s kin, come out from the woodwork though they had not yet had the pleasure of speaking face to face.

The raven perched nearby cawed again, the signal that had initially brought her here. Absinth grinned widely, the antlers atop her skull standing proudly as another raven flitted down to perch itself onto her back. “The ravens alerted me to a would-be intruder,” She continued, her gaze unwavering. “Care to explain what’s so interesting about our borders?” The least they knew, she was a spy from another pack. Or perhaps just an idiot who dared to come too close to the borders lined with death and warning?

Her emerald eyes met the stranger's crimson ones, and she felt a strange pull for a moment. Shaking it off, she maintained her composure, waiting for an answer from either Azrael or the mysterious woman before her. She cared not for the games of the Saxe’s, only that she fulfilled her role.

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