Aliandra couldn't match Krystal's stride, but she did try her best to keep up. As the girl swung in and out of the shadows in-between the trees, she faded from sight, her form completely enveloped in darkness.
"I left my weapons at home," she lamented quietly, as she swung her way up into a tree. The eyes of Mote flashed briefly in the dank before vanishing. "I figured the camp store would have some better ones for a few gold pieces. After all, the farther you get from your home, the better the weapons you can buy always are," she said. Then: "Ooops. Sorry, right. Quiet."
At least she was invisible. People always associated Dark powers with evil, but Aliandra's old tutor, the genie named Zephire, had instructed her otherwise. Dark didn't mean bad or wicked. It meant night, silence, and secrecy. Which were perfect helpers on a hunting trip--so long as she kept her mouth shut.
She thought she saw something in the woods. Her eyes adjusted, and her surroundings flared into light. Some bushes were rustling. She redied her attack powers, just in case.