Aelith strode calmly forwards, taking in her surroundings. Not much to see, really. It was a peaceful scene, a wide open plain with tall grass, land still visible miles away. A single pathetic tree stood over the grass below it. Aelith would have laughed at it, were it worthy of her attention at all. This was a good place for a battle, she realised. Nowhere to hide, plently of space. She had her enemies. All she needed now was an army. She actually did laugh, this time. She'd existed nearly seven hundred years, spent most of that time a powerful witch and a leader of others, and now where was she? Laughing about killing things in an empty field, miles from her coven and barely closer to her goals. She really wanted to kill something now. In a heartbeat, there was fire in her right hand, and, aiming with her left, she threw it at- this damn field! Nothing! No one to kill, nothing worthwhile to burn. She put out the fire in her hand, and looked behind her. There was a trench of dead grass, a wide, black wound in the field around where she'd walked. At least if anyone found it they might follow it and find her. Aelith was willing to spend a long time on a single task, but when simply waiting she had little patience. Was this karma? Would Witch Queen Aelith T'Kalen finally meet her match, after all this time? Would she be defeated, by a field? This was not going well. Aelith needed something to do, [b]now[/b]. Nothing to kill, nothing to burn... what about getting better at killing and burning? Aelith moved to the shade of the tree (in Aelith's opinion, it was far too sunny that day. What's wrong with some hail, or a thunderstorm?), and practised her magic, all the while keeping one eye on the trail.