Truth be told, to Maido, Sia, it was an interesting tail. One filled with doom, destruction, fire, brimstone, and hail. What was it now that would make her tick? It had been so long, perhaps there was a trick? She would find out soon, or so she did hope. She ruffled through her bag, and found some black rope. She giggled to herself, for no real apparent reason. "Yes, though I'll admit, I woke in my favorite season." She continued. "But whatever the reason, I'm sure we'll have fun. Truth be told, today I even shot a gun. It had been quite a while, and my aim was quite shit...no matter, no reason for me to throw fit."
As the two of them left the haunted house of blight, Sia didn't look back, and she never felt fright. She grasped the hand of this goddess of white, a young tempting temptress that was surely full of might. "The world is full of surprises, should one wish to see them. Some of them easy, others require disguises." Her face lit up, and she continued to converse. "Hmm. I suppose, things could always be worse. You seem quite like myself, dear vixen from the curse."
For a moment she paused, and rehearsed it like song. A cold winters claws, yet for now it was fall, she wondered, after all, was she truly friendly? Or a beast after all? "Tell me, Esperia, What is it you desire? Is it gold? Is it magic? Is it your loins burning with fire?" She let out a giggle, and walked with a wiggle. Here in the open, the temperature chilled her. Yet fall was a blessing, she knew this to be true. Perhaps in due time, there'd be an undressing. To scour an inn, with a Vixen or two, perhaps not so bad, she mused. Maybe a drink too. "Tell me, dear kitten, are you with the Syndicate? Not to be upfront, but I've no other way to speak it. They're the ones that found me, in the Garden of Rest. Forgive me, but I have to assume you're a test." She took Esperia's hand, and brought it up to her own face. Her lips puckered slowly, and gave the hand an embrace.
A tongue lashed out, and met delicate hand's skin. "Hmm. We must be careful, I wish to make sin." She bit at her lip, suddenly feeling a surge. Blood dripped to the ground, and a dark seal emerged. Purple and arcane, a darkness magic glyph. A tiny foxwolf hopped out, and ran to the cliff. "Hello dear friend, do you wish to assist me? I need some recon, please make it quite swifty." The foxwolf shot off, enveloped in smoke. Obscured from vision, it caused birds to choke.