Having needed to travel for a very long time, Ciara had packed a small pack and headed out in hopes of reaching Izimet's Field. Upon her return to Imythess, the divine being of the air had heard many great and magical things of this place, but fulfilling her duties, she had little time to take on such an adventure. But it was this time, the short time in between her training that she would take her leave from the temple of air, trusting it to the fae that tenderly cared for the small courtyard.
Upon her travels to the land, she had taken a few stops to meet others that dwell in the lands of Imythess, buying a few necessities along her way as well as practicing her magic. It was in this time that she worried a little of her fae and of the temple of air while she took her absence. She wondered if she could not find a select few mortals to follow the ways of the wind and weather and to guard over the temple and herself in times of great need. Ciara would admit that she wasn't the strongest of all the deities and even the strongest of them, Laoura, had chosen a two mortals to stand beside her.
Sighing, she looked around, brushing away the braided strands of hair which fell over her shoulders. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, fields upon fields of great vegetation. The large gray wings which had been tucked behind her back now flexed, showing her excitement. As she neared, she noticed there were many large golden fruits gowning from the green vines which sprawled across the field. "This place..." She quickened her pace and continued her way to the field which she saw before her. "It is even a greater sight than those speak of!"
She laughed and twirled a moment as she rushed forth to kneel beside one of the large golden fruits. It was a fruit unlike any she had seen before, the dampened ground told her that the rain had fallen not too long ago, but looking to the clear blue skies, it reassured her that she would have clear skies today.
Finally, her prey had made it's way far out of the reach of safety, it was only a matter of time that Eve would make her next move. I'll take you down, drag you back to the Underworld where you shall stay for the rest of your time. Tortured and beaten, what will you think then my pretty little goddess?
Keeping her distance, Eve kept a close eye on the goddess as she knelt before the fruit, most likely admiring it's beauty and luster. A low growl escaped her dark red painted lips before she could keep it to herself. Rolling her darkened eyes she waved a hand out in front of her as if mimicking some grand gesture the goddess would make and leaned back to touch her chest as her frowned lips whispered mocking words.
"Oh, it pleases me so much to be back in Imythess. Look at me, I'm the divine being of air. I'm protected and safe now. Blah, blah, blah..." The act ended with a quick stomp of her leathered high-heeled boot into the moistened ground. "You filthy little dryad, you will pay miserably for all the time you have made me waste in your capture."
Now Eve bent down, touched the grass beneath her and let a devilish grin curl it's way upon her lips. "Yes, my pretty goddess, you'll be mine for as long as I'll have you and you'll pay for what you have done." Rubbing her jaw, Eve remembered the night in the Underworld when Ciara had gotten away. It was a quick movement from the otherwise lifeless dryad, Eve had underestimated her.
In the dark and damp cell that the dryad was held in, Eve had gone to retrieve the tiara of darkness. Reaching down for it, Eve had made the mistake of getting within reach of the little witch who burned her with poison, leaving a long jagged scar along her jaw. "Torture and pain are yous my dear, for the rest of your worthless life..." The words were hissed as Eve backed behind brush to conceal herself as the watch and study of her prey continued.
Ciara turned her head, searching for the creature that had made the rustling of the brush which grew thick and tall around the edge of the fields. But her great doe eyes seemed to sadden as she found nothing, causing her to stand, leaving her pack on the ground. She turned her head, looking in another direction in hopes of finding whatever it was that had caused the noise, but still nothing. Only the open fields could be seen, no one was there but her. It was then she spoke out, her voice was stronger than it had been in many moons, it surprised even herself. "Who goes there? Who follows behind me?" The dryad paused, waiting for a reply but upon getting none she spoke again. "Show yourself, I do not wish to play games of hide and seek today."
Standing up tall, her eyes again scanned over the brush, knowing that any moment another would come out. But as the minutes past on and no one showed themself, she could only laugh at herself, feeling foolish and thankful that no one else was there to witness her paranoid behavior. Shaking her head, she looked to the sky, seeing that as there may be no rain to come, nightfall would be there soon enough. She spoke to herself softly, reminding herself of what needed to be done. "A small fire would be nice, perhaps a few pieces of this fruit to eat as well." She turned in the direction she had left her pack, bending low to reach for it and squatting as she search through the pack for her utensils.
But there were no utensils within the pack, causing her to pout a moment as she tried to remember why she would have placed them back into her pack after use. "Oh dear..." She sighed, remembering the small home that she had visited and the kind woman who had offered to clean her utensils before her leave. "I never got them back. Pity..." Searching through the pack for something else to use instead, she felt a hand around her waist, pulling free her dagger.
The dark metal shined brightly in the reflection of the sun and seemed to reflect a bright smile from Ciara as well. The goddess took a moment to admire the dagger, it's last use was at the tournaments held in Imythess in celebration of the lands birthday. The outcome was still foggy to Ciara, which surprised her a bit, she usually didn't have trouble recalling events such as these, but this in particular seemed to evade her. The light caught the blade and she shook her head, giggling to herself as she stood and walked near a medium sized fruit, cutting it off of the vine...