She had only been summoned to this plane a handful of times. Usually it was because some manner of terrible beast had been unleashed, and it was beyond the capacity of those mortals in the fae court's care to take care of it. The Court she belonged to was small, but doted on the mortals who left them small offerings in candle shit shrines, in wild gardens in the desert, or around their homes. Though there were not many, it was still important to Bytta and those in the Court that they respond when such a summons was made. They thought of the mortals as an extension of family, and in turn would do their best to protect them.
The fae didn't have to, but she delighted in helping. In providing support and help where they had found none. It was a drive and desire in Bytta she'd had since the realm had birthed her and she'd joined the Enchantress Court. She'd found her calling in the sweet, harmonious relationship they had established with the mortal realm and she loved some as brothers and sisters as much as her fae counterparts.
Her entire life had been geared toward the arcane art of protecting, warding, and enchanting would-be monsters. Banishing them to whatever realm they'd come from or putting them back to their deep rest. Sometimes she had to reactive a ward or seal, trapping them in some manner of crypt or tomb. It wasn't the best solution to such a thing, but when nothing else worked... a slumbering prison was better than allowing a great evil to roam the land.
For that very reason, Bytta had been summoned and she had crossed the desert. Extremes in the natural world didn't bother the fae as much as it might another, but the heat of the sun overhead was still oppressive. She'd dressed in cloth veils so the light wouldn't burn her honey-brown skin. Directions weren't needed - she could feel the pulse of something old and mean and monstrous in the desert. For that very reason, she had decided to go alone. It would mean a little longer journey, but she hadn't wanted to risk anyone else tagging along. No matter how much they'd wanted to.
A three day walk in desert extremes didn't sour her to the mission. With a small pack of provisions, slender poles and light canvas to set up a shelter, she'd had everything she needed to make the crossing. Ideally, once this monster was either laid to rest or banished to whatever realm it had been summoned from, she would return to the Court for some much needed rest.
The ruins appeared to have been unearthed by a sand storm. Angular building cutting out of the dunes, worn down some but enough remaining to tell her this had been a city. Not a vast one, as Essyrn was, though she could not know how much more lay beneath the sands. She didn't particularly care, either.
The excavated hole was still, largely, clear. It led into the largest of the revealed buildings, where part of the wall had been smashed in so the initial treasure hunters could get inside. The light of the evening cut into the dark and gloom, but only just. Since Bytta didn't know if she was dealing with an intelligent monster - though she assumed - she knelt and crafted a glowing, white ward on the entrance. The monster would not leave while she hunted for it.
Now that she was at the ruins, Bytta shrugged her pack off her shoulders and out of the traveling veils. The fae didn't want to be encumbered if quick movements were necessary. Until the monster was actually bound, she was still vulnerable. A fae born of the day, Bytta herself was faintly luminous and required no light as she moved into the dark. A candle's worth of light was produced by her very presence in the dark - though it was a soft, bio luminescent blue and white. Her feet barely touched the ground or made a sound as she moved, careful and slow while she pressed on into the ruins.
The monster couldn't hide from her. She sensed it, could roughly feel how close it was, which meant she could prepare in advance for its arrival. Before it crept too close, she knelt and wrote more glowing, sharp runes in the ground at her feet in a circle of protection. She finished just as she heard the screech of claws on stone, announcing its arrival. Her cat-like pink eyes, while not able to see in the dark, could still make out the faint shape of it from the shadows her own light cast. "Come out, come out," she cooed under her breath. Bytta needed to know the measure of the monster before she could begin either a banishment or entrapment. Whichever would depend on what she was dealing with.