Shahira was an open book. A blind, dead mute probably could have read her. She basked in attention and fed on compliments. As vain as she was, Shahira had no idea she was so easy to manipulate.
The trek up the mountain wasn't hard, though Shahira disliked nature. It had been part of the reason she had never gotten along with the fae. Her ability to summon and bind demons had just been the final straw. Give her a city any day. Summoning demons was just easier out in the woods. The power, the blood, the lack of people to bother her.
"I hope it will be." Once they reached the top, Shahira glanced around, wanting a place to sit. Eventually she settled for a rock, leaning against it, long dark legs crossed at the ankle, "I have no idea what you are planning. I'm excited to see."