Fotiá was caught off-guard when the wide-eyed one, Shyc, made a grab for her weapon. He allowed it to cut into his skin, narrowing his eyes at her as he spoke up in defense of the strange human. What was wrong with him? What was inciting this boy to speak to her in such tones?
It was the mercenary leader, however, that provided the voice of reason, rising to her defense. "Her worry is warranted, Shyc. Your attitude, however, is not. Don't tear out the throat of an ally, it really benefits nobody." She felt an odd tinge of... something in her chest as he spoke. Maybe this was what was called "relief". While she had been gearing up for battle, it wasn't the ideal result and his interference had stopped the two of them from clashing with one another. Still, she could not say she was overly fond of this Shyc character, or the stranger that spoke moments after him.
What the human Kenji said mattered naught to her, and the subsequent conversation afterwards was of little interest. It was all just white noise to her. What mattered more was the consent that their leader gave to the very idea of traveling together. The princess seemed to share the elemental's hesitance but radiated that thing called... trust towards the leader and voiced her acceptance of the whole issue.
For the first time in awhile, Fotiá was experiencing something she had come to identify as frustration. It was the same feeling she had felt when she had discovered she was stuck in this human body during the day hours. The same feeling she had when she realized that her true body was limited here and her abilities somewhat diminished. This whole thing was just... ridiculous. And, perhaps because she didn't know what else to do, she released the boundaries she placed on herself, just a little.
She had been aiming to only burn the nearby plant. Just to see the familiar and calming flames for a few moments to find some point of peace in this whole ordeal. But she hadn't taken into account that it was nearly noon and releasing her fire, even if it was just a little bit, was a mistake during the day. Her eyes flashed for a brief moment and what should've been a tiny flame ended up bursting a whole entire tree on fire. She blinked, staring at the poor flora as it burned to ash in a few, mere minutes.
... at least this time, she hadn't caused a forest fire.
Fotiá felt guilt bubble up in her stomach, oh well, there went her promise not to light any trees on fire... She glanced back at Shyc and Kenji before turning on her heel, not even bothering to say another word as she walked back towards the trails. The elemental didn't want any more unfortunate outbursts and it was already time to seek sufficient shelter for a few hours before the sun's rays became too intense. She eyed the cart with most of their supplies. Yes, that would do nicely.
She lifted up some of what was covering the equipment, climbing aboard and nestling into a more comfortable position for travel. She would explain this later to the group. She made sure her eyes were visible from underneath the tarp, sending scathing looks at the sun every now and again. At least they would finally be departing for Truell. This whole side diversion had grated on her nerves and while she was sure that she would've felt more neutral towards Shyc and Kenji had the fight not happened and the strange human introduced himself more normally... as it stood, she wanted nothing to do with them for a fair amount of time.
She'd try to communicate with them later. Raze was right, the fighting was a waste of time and they were allies, for better or for worse. All she could hope for was that there would be no more distractions before they arrived at Truell...
With a playful smile, the woman adjusted some loose strands of her hair while staring at herself in the mirror. Now there was a beautiful woman, why, the most gorgeous of all women in the land. She fluttered her lashes and blew a kiss at her own reflection, warmly gazing at how her cheek bones were the perfect height and how her hetero-chromia was utterly intoxicating to the eyes. There could be none as wonderful as she, not her who was so soft on the eyes. With a bit of regret, she tore her eyes away from her own reflection, stowing the mirror back into her bag. She couldn't be lost in a sea of perfection forever, there was work to be done!
Amaunet had been traveling for several days now, not on foot of course, that would be plain absurd. While she was capable of walking, the exercise did tend to tire her out pretty quickly. Instead, she opted to have her lovely, adorable skeletal children carry her everywhere. Her little minions carried whatever she told them to, whether it be her bag, someone else's purse, or her own weight. Hmm, just a few more days and she would arrive in Truell! She was sure to make a rather generous amount in that city--yes, nobles always did pay a nice amount for such a beautiful woman to give them attention for a few mere minutes.
She was more than aware of what effect her appearance had on others and she used it to her advantage, especially in her dances. And she had prepared an absolutely divine dance for her audience, ah, the thought gave her chills! The only downside was that she didn't have a traveling musician with her so she always had to hire some bard or some sort when she arrived in a new town. She should really work on hiring someone long term... Or just charming them into journeying with her, that could work too.
One of her babies gave a squeal, which caused her to look over her shoulder. "Hmm? What is it, darling? Did you hear something? She gazed down at her creation, which vigorously nodded its' head and gestured to the trail behind them. "What on earth..." She trailed off as she stood up, her golems moving quickly to help her to her feet and let her stand on the trail. She squinted, at first unable to see what all the commotion was about.
However, after a few minutes, she was able to make out some shapes in the distance. Was that... a caravan? She couldn't count off the number of individuals surroudning it but it definitely was a traveling party. Ah, could this be what she had foretold just a few days ago? She had not been sure at the time, for her Eye of Ra had indicated to her that she was due for some company on the trails. This had to be what she had seen in the shifting sands of fortune. And they were headed in what seemed to be the same direction anyway. Perfect!
A traveling party was much safer than going at it alone. Not that she couldn't take care of herself but a beauty such as she was always in danger of being harassed. (She chuckled at a particular memory when a drunkard in a previous town had attempted to hit on her. He had not left with the ability to see, her children had made sure of that) And besides, maybe she could get some money out of them if she offered to preform! Amaunet didn't doubt for one second her ability to persuade others, her looks and charm usually took care of most things.
With a growing smile, she decided her best plan of action would be to set up a campsite nearby. The flames would attract them over towards her, then she could hash out the details. "Darlings, She whispered with a coy look. "I believe we'll be needing some extra firewood for our guests." Her golems all broke out simultaneously in the same eerie looking smile before burrowing into the ground to carry out her orders. Mm, what a lovely day this was shaping up to be~