Arralina - Witch

A quick trip to the edge of the valley they stayed upon gave her the trinket her father kept hidden deep in a large oak tree. Nothing more than fire from her own fingertips burnt deep into the core of the tree, her lithe arm pushing hard as smoke rose around her and a soft grunt left her full crimson lips. She grabbed the cup and pulled hard, slipping the silver object into a small napstack she had stretch across her back. She picked up her walk to a jog as she made her way back to the camp, several new arrivals coming to join them as Vitra spoke with several of them. A large hulk of a man approached and stood beside an Asian-looking woman, her long chocolate hair moving about her lithe frame. Lina nodded to the girl as a sign of acceptance and turned to answer the male. 

"He wants us to complete a mission for him and I'd be careful of your tone, loverboy. He's in a mood this evening." She smirked as the wind picked up and pushed her forward, Lina stumbling as she plowed into her sister. "Sorry..." she growled and moved to the edge of their path, others moving in to follow them. 

The wind not only brought her father's punishment, but a witch that looked like the colors of a strained sunset, her body hovering just above them. Lina disliked the wind, the very essence of it stealing her own powers as all oxygen was sucked from the vicinity. "Come down here (Zara) and let us head out before the dawn ruins our plans and creates tracks for our pursuers."

Running her fingers through her dark hair she turned to look at Vitra. "We must go now." She turned to the others, "The time is upon us and once we might it just beyond the Capsian mountains and day breaks I will explain where we are going and for what father has called the handful of us to do." She pointed to her sisters horse as if to remind her that she needed to take it with the group so that Vitra's escape was assured... Lina demanded that alone.