Dusk had set only an hour prior when the woman found herself standing in the ruins of what once might have been a cemetery. Slowly she stepped out of the shadows by which she'd traveled here, and stood motionless taking in the scene before her. In the fading light this place seemed simply to be the ruins of a once beautiful place, but slowly as she watched the shadows creep up around the scattered stones the air took on a much more sinister feel. If she'd been still mortal, still living; she might have turned and run from such a place, might have felt fear ice her veins. Instead when she saw no moment but the creeping shadows the woman started walking with care across the yard, doing her best not to step on the graves she passed. It was disrespectful to walk on the dead after all, which was why she was grateful to be out of it the moment her boots touch the concrete path at the edge. When the elders summon a Reikshäϯv, you did not fail to appear. Still she wished they would consider that there was a war going on, and she like many of the others was busy with protect those under her rule; a day or two notice would have been much more consideration that anyone could have expected. At the same time she sighed and tucked her cloak around her body, no sense in keeping them waiting.
Lucina was still letting her thoughts wander as she walked the narrow pathway up to the ruins of the building, for one matter, where had Lochesh gone? When she'd been summoned this evening, her first instinct was to gain his advice or at least leave him in charge while she was gone. The last time she'd been summoned Lochesh had all but gone to pieces looking for her, when she'd left without a word to him or her son Nuada. Now it seemed her dear friend had taken a page out of her book, as she'd learned Lochesh had left the night before without so much as a good-bye to her. She couldn't help but feel something was off with her adviser, maybe this had something to do with his wayward former mate. After all, the woman had convinced him to turn her, dumped a child on him, and then vanished without telling him anything more. That caused her more worry, thinking he was out chasing after the woman he thought he loved; probably to return once more with a more broken heart. If that wasn't enough worry for the Reikshäϯv woman, she'd learned first thing this evening that in the face of war, her beloved Kamala had up and disappeared as well. At least she'd left a note informing Lucina that she would return when the war cooled down, and that she wouldn't go far. Part of Lucina had expected that much of Mala, after all her lover was the most non-confrontational Reikshäϯv ever known to live. In all reality Lucina would have felt much better had the other woman stayed, even if she opted to hide in the house from all the world; then again as a Reikshäϯv ignoring the elder's will, Kamala was in some ways a burden of her own should that relationship ever come to light.
While lost in her thoughts, Lucina suddenly found herself mere feet from the ruins. Drawn back to the world and the problems at hand, Lucina steeled herself with a few unneeded deep breaths before slipping through the opening in the stones beside the doorway. Here she would once more answer to the elders, follow their orders to the letter, before begin cast away again to go back to her own life. For a brief instance rage flared through her mind and body, being reminded that she was forever their plaything did nothing for her mood. Just as quickly she pulled the rage back and tucked it neatly away deep inside what was left of her heart, along with the fleeting dark thoughts of overthrowing the ancient beings. Her anger had no place here, and would only serve to amuse or delight one of the elders.