Sute the Witch
Sute wandered through the forest, not truly lost but with no where to go, she didn't want to stay in one place long. The wanderlust she felt was powerful and made her go places she had only read about in the secret books she had stolen. Not that she minded, seeing something and reading about it was very different, she had learned very quickly. Life outside of Gar was easier, not by much, but it was fun at times, not needing to run from witch hunters. Sometimes, she even smiled as the other country was lively and happy around her.
A rustle in the grass had her kneeling quickly, her eyes darting around the area. Living in that dreadful country made her hyper aware of everything and wary of everyone. Creeping forward, her eyes locked onto a strange looking male, who seemed to be talking to himself. Tilting her head, she slipped closer to the other human, keeping Zelig's hood up and hiding her presence in the grass.
The male suddenly got up off the ground and started walking away from the nearest village. Zelig whispered that she should help the male before he gets himself killed or worse. He egged her on to do the right thing for someone else for once. She mentally snorted at the idea of a demon, especially hers, advocating helping others and being kind. Said demon countered with the fact that allowing him to die would be like killing an innocent animal without reason.
The witch glared but resigned, knowing the demon was right, for once. She continued to sneak around the boy, watching him curiously. It didn't seem that he was a native to the area or even Taakeira. His clothes too different, his aura too innocent. It was almost endearing and adorable to the hardened renegade witch. Zelig snickered at the thought, a bit too loudly for Sute's liking, however. Sute froze to see if the male turned to face her. She may've been in the taller grasses but if one looked hard enough, they could easily find her.