Vlyssa stared. Stared at Edward. "What are you?" She whispered quietly. How would he know these shadow beings- when he appeared so wholly human? Dammit -she wanted to fight, ached to- but there was no telling what would happen, what injuries it would cost them. Edward was quiet now, his expression calm.
"I am...I don't know what I am. I don't know who I am. I thought I knew, but..." he was confused, forehead creasing, clear gray eyes clouding over.
"Oh." Vallissa sighed, and scanned their surroundings. The shadows (there were too many of them) were standing still, waiting for them...so was the female, at the very end of the line. Her eyes glinted, and Vlyssa felt like tearing that throat out...a natural instict. Perhaps she was as old as the shadow that had appeared before them earlier, in the clearing.
If that was the case...Vlyssa wasn't going to risk it. Lowering her voice to less than a whisper, she nodded. "Let's go."
The sun was rising; slowly, as they walked. Not a good time for those shadows, Vlyssa hoped. Maybe they would disappear. That would make her life a hell of a lot easier...and she would, perhaps get her answers, like she had planned to in the first place. That suddenly didn't seem so important...she just about knew what she was now. All her abilities...tilting her head up to the sky, she exhaled a puff of air.
Then she noticed...the clouds.
They were behaving abnormally, shifting much too quickly for any normal day. She could almost make the figures out...and they were moving, towards where the shadows were headed. The eye of the storm was going to be there. And they were headed straight for it.