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She made good progress in those final few hours of night, but Sylette still felt that Ennoc was a long ways off when the eastern horizon began to lighten. As black bled into the indigo of predawn, it became time to accept the fact that there was no hope of catching the fleeing necromancer this first night. Sylette hissed to herself in frustration. As she saw the heat signatures of all the animals around her close enough to hear the sound flee in the opposite direction, her mood lightened somewhat; Ennoc may have been fleeing from her, but she was one of the favoured Children. To be fair, what didn't flee from her?
As she began to feel the tingling sensation that pre-empts the pain of sunlight striking vampiric flesh, Sylette turned her thoughts towards shelter for the day. Of course, she could have continued on through the sun, but she found little point in doing so: her powers would be drastically diminished, to the point where she would be travelling at near human speed - the very thought made her shudder - and the trek through the light of day would exhaust her greatly, to the point where even if she did find Ennoc, she would would be far too weakened to bring him back. Little good that would do, hunting the Breton down only to die.
It didn't take long to find a cave. Actually, calling it a cave was putting it nicely. It was little more than a narrow fissure in the rock face, but Sylette's eyes showed her that it was uninhabited, and stretched back far enough that the sun's cursed rays would not strike her at any point in the day. It was hardly her luxurious quarters in Labyrinthian, but she had rested in far worse dwellings than this. At least there were no fetid corpses this time.
As the sun crested the horizon, Sylette dropped into a meditative pose on the cold, dark stone of the cave. Shutting her eyes, she allowed her brain slowly to drift into slumber, although the image of pouncing on Ennoc from the shadows continued to bounce around her head.
When the sun set, the hunt would resume.
As she began to feel the tingling sensation that pre-empts the pain of sunlight striking vampiric flesh, Sylette turned her thoughts towards shelter for the day. Of course, she could have continued on through the sun, but she found little point in doing so: her powers would be drastically diminished, to the point where she would be travelling at near human speed - the very thought made her shudder - and the trek through the light of day would exhaust her greatly, to the point where even if she did find Ennoc, she would would be far too weakened to bring him back. Little good that would do, hunting the Breton down only to die.
It didn't take long to find a cave. Actually, calling it a cave was putting it nicely. It was little more than a narrow fissure in the rock face, but Sylette's eyes showed her that it was uninhabited, and stretched back far enough that the sun's cursed rays would not strike her at any point in the day. It was hardly her luxurious quarters in Labyrinthian, but she had rested in far worse dwellings than this. At least there were no fetid corpses this time.
As the sun crested the horizon, Sylette dropped into a meditative pose on the cold, dark stone of the cave. Shutting her eyes, she allowed her brain slowly to drift into slumber, although the image of pouncing on Ennoc from the shadows continued to bounce around her head.
When the sun set, the hunt would resume.