Tamuril walked slowly through the Crystal Caves, her pallid complection seeming to glow from the reflecting light of the beautiful crystals. Smiling happily as she walked deeper into the caves, stopping now and then to gaze upon the unimaginable sights before her eyes.

Finding a nice smooth place in the crystal forms, the young engaged elf pulled from her pack a picnic blanket and a basket with her lunch in it. Placing the blanket down she sat upon it as she brought out her lunch. Selecting a sandwhich she slowly began to eat as she daydreamed happily about her up coming wedding.

Phedre awoke from an unsettled nap at the sounds of footsteps echoing throughout the cave. Her eyes bolted open as she took her weight off the cavern's wall, shaking her upright sleep. Her black hair hung loose, framing her elegant face in pitched shadows. She watched the woman settle on the floor and begin to eat. Phedre's gold eyes flickered in hidden amusement, was this the famed lady set to marry her, "not-so-friendly" demon allie? It looked so. With a silent laugh, Phedre's lips drew up into a crimson smile, white fangs hiding in the shadows.

She debated whether to make a sound, or just wait until she was noticed. This could prove interesting to her working relationship with Skorne. She adjusted the black cloak from around her shoulders and stepped back into darker shadows, deciding to wait a moment before making her presence known. She slowed her breathing and even tried to deafen her heartbeat.