The jester stomped around the landscape angrily, her gaze firmly fixed on her feet. How could this have happened?! How could someone have stolen Erixianti from her, from right under her nose?! ...Granted she was unconscious for the most part, but still! It was her responsibility to look after Erixi (sort of), protect her (not really) and make sure she's OK! (She may have decided on this and not actually told her new friend but alas, details.) And somehow she'd managed to let her get kidnapped.
Well, this. This was not going to fly. Who had the audacity to even think that they could kidnap her friend? Did they not know who she was? She was The Jester, the terror of Tinker Tocker, the thing children thought hid under their beds, the monster that stalked the city and she was not going to stand for this. Nope, there was no way this was even close to acceptable. But...what if they hurt Erixianti?
Oh, that would be...They couldn't...No... Quinera froze as all the anger drained from her and she gripped her sides tightly for comfort. What if her little companion was scared? What if they left her all on her own somewhere in the wilderness? What if she was hurt? The jester let out a little wail as she gripped her hair tightly and pulled. This was all her fault! She should have saved her, made sure she was OK! The young woman paced quickly, muttering under her breath. This was terrible and it was all her fault. Quinera fell to her knees as worry moved to despair. What if she never found her? What if Erixianti was lost forever? What if she...or...or what if...no. No.
The jester climbed to her feet, a determined look upon her face. What if Erixi was waiting for Quinera to get a move on and save her from her evil kidnappers?! And instead she was here, kneeling on the ground, complaining? Well. That simply wouldn't do! Not at all! She would save her friend! No matter what! And if anyone got it her way? Well, she'd have the mildly annoying task of either terrifying the living daylights out of them or driving them insane. Whichever came first. And with that, the jester started walking once again, her head held high and a determined grin on her face.
She had been walking for ages now. Her feet were tired, her eyes were drooping and she needed rest. But yet, the jester refused to sit and sleep a while. She had no time for sleeping when her dear companion was missing! Erixianti may be waiting to be found and Quinera was not going to delay the rescue in any way. Thus, she kept walking. Occasionally she stumbled. It was dark and there were many rocks for her to catch her foot on. Thankfully she hadn't fallen on her face yet but the jester sort of knew it was rather inevitable. At least the moon gave her some light, a silvery overlay upon the rocks. Quinera was aware just how dark and shadowy she must have looked walking under the moonlight.
She listened as the sea roared gently, waves lapping against the shore. The jester wanted to run down to the beach and splash and dive but, alas, she was on a mission. Perhaps, later, she and Erixianti could come back to the sea. She wasn't sure if her new friend liked the sea that much, she'd have to ask later. The ocean's roar was comforting in a way and it also helped mask the sound of her footsteps. From whom, she didn't really know but from someone. That unknown person wouldn't here her coming. Quinera looked around quickly, taking stock of her surroundings. The night sky glimmered with all the stars, the murky sea was dappled with silvery reflections and the rocks shone in the moonlight. And a plume of smoke rose above a rocky outcrop. Aha! A fire in such an isolated area, in the middle of nowhere? Very suspicious. The jester smirked as she moved quickly. Perhaps these were the kidnappers! Those thieves thought that they could outsmart her, huh? By climbing up there and hiding away in the dead of night? They didn't know who they were dealing with. The jester hid herself with dark illusions that melted into the darkness. There. Now they wouldn’t be able to see her approach. The element of surprise and all that after all. The jester snuck closer, quiet as a mouse, ready to fight. After all, these people (might have) stolen Erixianti! And that was an unforgivable offense. Quinn narrowed her eyes before she slowly made her way over to the fire, hiding behind her shadowy mask of illusions.
As she got closer, she began to make out shapes. Three people. Well...not really. Two people and a large...floating...sphere...Huh. Well...Quinera had to admit that that was not something you saw very regularly. The jester shook away that thought before moving closer and closer, her feet making little taps against the stones. The other two figures...seemed familiar but she couldn't (or, more precisely, she didn't want to) place them or recall very much about them. One was clad in armour, lots and lots of armour while the other seemed more casual with no armour and blonde hair. Something nipped at the back of her mind, telling her that she knew these people. Perhaps she caught a glance of them when they were kidnapping! Of course, that makes a lot more sense! No wonder she recognised them! Quinera snarled quietly, barely a sound, her illusions rippling. She stilled, not breathing as she readjusted her visual barrier. It simply wouldn't do to have them spot her now after all the trouble she went through to get here unnoticed. The jester quietly padded around this little site, her dark eyes taking in the people and the surroundings. Where was Erixianti then? If they had kidnapped her (and they had), surely she would be around? And yet, the jester saw neither hide nor tail of her friend. Although, perhaps they had hidden her away somewhere! Perhaps that was one of their pulses, making things invisible! Maybe they made Erixanti invisible so that it wouldn't seem suspicious. Thoroughly confused and more than a little angry, Quinera started looking around, gently searching the air for her possibly invisible friend. No luck. Now enraged, she decided that this sneaking had gone on, long enough! Now was the time to instigate fear and show these people just who they were up against. Quinera grabbed hold of her illusion and stretched it, encasing the site in her shadowy darkness. Dark hounds emerged from the shadows, hell beasts that snarled and gnashed teeth (of course, they couldn't actually bite...but pain was in the mind after all and if Quinera had one of them bit and then accidentally let the mind feel it...would it be such a hardship?) The hounds encircled the group, loud and fierce. The jester herself stayed back before walking through the shadowy barrier. Her head was held low, her eyes dark and glinting with hatred. She raised her long sinewy arms above her head and the hounds ceased their noise, making it clear that they were under her command. She slowly looked around the site, locking with eyes with everyone the best she could. When she spoke, her voice coated with venom and laced with poison.
"Where is she?"