Laugher could be heard deep in the woods where most fear to follow. There were several paths that lead through the woods, but this wasn't one of them. Where the trees were tall and crooked, searching for any source of light.. any sign of life. Where mists moved like specters and the ground was moist and you were never quite sure was was underfoot.
This was where She liked to meet him. Safely away from those that would tease her.. away from those that knew his name and face. Where they could just be..themselves.
"...He's late" came the voice of Dante seated on a branch that stretched out over the mists. High enough for her to see those approaching from the direction of Wystrea, but low enough that they wouldn't see her. Or at least that was her plan, but how anyone could miss the otherworldly scarlet wisps of silk she wore at all times was beyond reasoning. Even still.. she was young, and so saw no flaw in her plan as she swung her feet and wiggled her toes in the air.
"..How long are festivals... anyway?" She mused, and her feet stopped moving. A sadness in her eye.
She sat in silence for who knew how long. Thinking on what fun the rest of the city must've been having. She wasn't all an all excluded. So long as Drexten was around she was treated was some level of respect, though it was clear the children didn't enjoy her company as much as someone with say.. a definite physical form. A Mirage, that's what that 8 year old kid of a priest called her. It didn't seem to be of ill intent, just a classification, but somehow it still got to her.
"It isn't like a child to mope in the middle of the forest. No telling what perversions some creatures might try to entertain." Came the calm tone of Drexten from the shadows.
"They'd have to figure out where I am before they could attack me.. And i'm NOT a child!" Dante grumbled defiantly, raising her head to see that her branch wasn't at all as high as she had thought it to be. In fact, it only just put her at eye level with Drexten as he walked up to look her in the face. The clear look of concern making her glare off to the side. "Don't look at me like that.. You know I don't care about that stuff.."
"Of course not." He said with a knowing smirk and held out his palm with a piece of candy. "Harper was playing for the crowd, you would've liked the show."
Dante reluctantly took the candy. "..I don't like sour things.." She sighed before popping it into her mouth and kicking her feet again, perking up at the mention of Harper's show. "Was she pretty? Was the chicken there!?"
"Falcon. And of course she goes nowhere without her dear bird. That boy.. Xanier was watching her the entire time. Didn't get to speak to her though." Drexten explained, turning to lean back against branch and closed his eyes. "The boy will be useful, though.. he was the easiest to get to. A child will always be a child.."
There was a moment Dante stopped sucking on the candy, but it was fleeting. Drexten would never do anything to harm her. The only person she implicitly trusted, but still.. she was curious. "What did you do?"
"Nothing. I showed him kindness.. the best sort of poison. The boy urns to be acknowledged.. for all he does to be sure of his rank, they still treat him for his age and make it where he's more of a placeholder than anything else. So.. I will become his friend." Drexten explained, but Dante looked confused. "Don't worry about a thing, Dante. The boy won't be hurt.." he said, pulling a candy out of his robes for himself. A dark glint reflecting off of it's surface. "He'll have so many friends to play with when the time comes."