Athiyk laid out on a large flat rock in the ruins, one of her favorite places to be and inded she was a sort of guard of the area. The sun was in the sky, making the rock she laid on warm and she lounged on it like Elamshinae, her lover's panther.
She thought of the current happenings in her life, introducing Jhael to the surface and her encounter with the demon, Eve. She hated Eve, that much was sure. Athiyk hoped that she was not haunting the ruins. She had noticed feelings of anxiety whenever she went near the large manor located in the ruins and she had a sneaking suspicion that was where Eve was hiding from the daylight.
She leaned against her backpack where her provisions were located at and her white cloak. Today she did not wear her usual simple clothing of breeches and a tunic, but wore her light and sleeveless robes, also white like her cloak and her sandals which laced up to her knees. Her scimitars laid near her, not far away, just in case...
Today the sun's rays do not bother her gold-flecked red eyes. Fine with her because when they do bother, she sees the colors of warmth and heat. The colors are confusing at times. Doesn't help with seeing.
Oseria combs through her silver-white hair with her hands. The heat of the sun is slightly bothering, considering her black clothing. This is what makes her take to the shade. She detours around obstacles but still tries to keep in the shade of the ruins.
She sees the woman on the stone. A drow. Like her. Yet dark-skinned, unlike her. She approaches the woman, warily. Perhaps she can help her. Direct her. Make her not lost anymore.
"Hello..." She stands by the woman, but at a distance so as not to alarm her. That is unlikely since drows are rarely suprised. At least that is what she has heard being half drow herself.