Arralina - Witch

The very sound of spirit magic moving among the hills and beckoning to her brothers and sisters caused her skin to crawl. Very few things caused fear to rear its ugly head within the sorcerer, but the ability to pull and tug at one's spirit - the core of their being - and force will upon them just echoed across her the wrong way. She shook her head, long dark hair moving about her bare shoulders and lifting up the scent of lillies in the air about her. She stopped to talk with one of her brothers, her blood sister, Vitra nowhere to be seen, which didn't sit very well with Lina. 

Turning to see her sister Silvia move toward them, Lina nodded at the younger girl and moved toward her. "We are getting ready to mobilize and I will need assistance in rallying our brethren for the cause. Can you climb upon that large rock and use a bit of your magic to woo the hearts and minds of those around us?" Lina touched the girls pale face and offered her support before moving away to look across the valley. There would be death and devastation in their paths, but nothing that she would not survive. 

Khelek approached and Lina pulled her magic deep within her, the fire of her touch and the heat of her very essence would harm him as he would harm her if they were not careful in each others presence. "Brother," she spoke loud and nodded in his direction, acknowledging him with a welcome that was sure to be misinterpreted amongst those that camped beside her. 

Her fear was not linked to the hunters that gathered in the city just below them, but in the various beasts that prey upon living creatures that hovered just before them in their days to come. She would keep Vitra by her side, the woman sharp and strong, but her only care in a world of darkness. Her sister reminded her too much of her mother to allow anything to befall the girl and for that she would most likely give up her life or her will to rule if something should befall the shade. 

"I wish..." she whispered as coldness struck her members. She smiled and laughed with evil intent at her father. "Bastard..." her words were cut short by her sister's greeting. 

"Sister," she walked toward her and touched the other girl's shoulder, her red cloak befitting for the journey ahead of them. "You are coming, are you not?"