The night was black and the moon hung low and pregnant in the sky. It sluggishly peeked over the tops of the houses and the trees beyond them. It was shadowed, as a result, and perfect for the kind of task she had before her. Times were perilous, with the fall of the Lady and the fury of her people. Her people were looking for vengeance, looking for answers they had been denied with the abrupt, mysterious death of the woman responsible. Anyone who bound their horse to her wagon was held accountable. Pale substitutes that could not give them even a trace of the cold comfort they desired. It was hazardous indeed for those once held within her fist.
With the white dress she was clad within, draped over a slim form, she seemed more ghost than those she communicated with upon occasion. She kept low to the ground, at times crawling upon her belly over the cold ground, and remained close to the shadows. Deep within the gloom afforded by the night. Leaves crunched underfoot, but the noise was hidden in the breath of the stiff, cold wind. Wind that seeped down to the bone, especially in such light attire.
Her breath made wisps of clouds upon the air and she reached out with searching fingers to brush it aside. There could be no evidence, she told herself with a bubble of giddiness working its way from her throat. She had to admit that there was something a little daring about all of this. Something a little fun. Now she knew how Elliot felt, thieving from the rich, stealing into the night like a shadow.
Pebbles found purchase within her hands and the waif, the phantom drew back her arm to toss them, one by one. They arched through the air, almost invisible. They were soft little tink-tinks of noise against the glass of the room that Son shared with numerous other fellows. Should it be his face that the darkness revealed, that the moon's meager rays of pale silver light settled upon, she would withdraw. A pale hand slipping from the shadows and an index finger beckoning him. The obscurity of the night parted to reveal her pretty face with shining, playful eyes and a twist of a smile against her lips. She was a nymph, come to tempt him out of his bed and the safety it promised.
Her demon might be the master of manipulation, but its whelp managed to ply temptation all on her own.