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[center] Interacting with Ryleth [@Legion02][/center]

The air was much colder down in this part of the castle, although they weren’t terribly far from where her den was. The air tasted of a darkness that suckled at everything living. Heat, life, joy, till nothing was left but an icy void. A side effect of the secrets kept locked just out of her reach. 

Not that Ang tried very hard to reach them. The dead were gone and had very little value to her. It couldn’t be moulded or worked with or even used for useful parts. Once the life faded from it, the magic vanished too. All that was left behind was meat. 

Meat her children would have adored.  Ang watched the skeletons leave with the corpse with an unreadable expression. If Ryleth couldn’t have left her the meat, he should have offered the bones in its space. T’was only polite. 

“[color=d2b48c]Silly boy, the night  is already waning[/color],”  She said, halting the man’s  movement before taking the lead in their little dance.  Shamelessly swaying  even as the robe slipped down off her shoulders. More comfortable in her nudity than in the finest dress of silk. “Although, if you have no pressing matters to attend to, you might find me in my rooms,” She stood on the tips of her toes, her lips nearly touching his. [color=d2b48c]“After, of course, I find food for my children[/color],” She pulled away from the man, her limbs slowly unwinding.  She made no effort to cover her form, nor did she looked back as she left the man to his thoughts.

Food had to be close by.