As Endermon traveled near the edge of town, she noticed a man meandering towards the forest. Not wanting to surprise him, but also not wanting him to be in danger, she got down off her horse and with a gentle command to stay, she set off after the man. She caught up to him rather quickly and even though she didn't want to, her princess training kicked in, and in what she hoped was a gentle tone, she asked where he was going. He said he was a traveling minstrel, and was looking for the nearest town for food and an inn. She told him he was headed in the wrong direction. She gave him some money and after taking off her bag from her horse, she eased him into the saddle, and sent her horse with the man riding, back towards town.

When she turned around to set up her makeshift shelter for the night, it was then that she realized it was a quiet night. Too quiet, even. She had just cleared the tree line, when she felt a very sharp blade at her throat. A sultry, yet inherently dangerous voice demanded that she state who she was, and why did she send away the only meal she had been able to find since she had started traveling, the night before. Fighting every instinct to flee, she calmly replied that innocent people are not food. She hoped that it would get the sword away from her throat, but no. It just seemed to agitate the person further. She heard cursing behind her and she tentatively turned around. She saw a strikingly beautiful woman behind her with jet black hair curling artfully over her shoulder, and skin the color and texture of unglazed porcelain. She knew what she was dealing with, but not how to get away unscathed.

Before she could say anything, the woman told her that real men wouldn't stare so lustfully at a lady, like boys going through the coming of age, in a clearly mocking tone. Instead of replying, because she could tell the conversation was going nowhere, she reached up and undid her hair(which came to her waist, and was a deep sapphire blue at the bottom half). She said she should rethink her tone, as she was talking to the crown princess of the fairy kingdom, of which she was currently in. She also said that considering what she was, why did she not kill her when she first arrived. Why the song and dance with the sword.

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The woman's eyes flashed with something akin to desire, and looked her over like a predator would look at prey. She found she did not mind being seen as desirable, at least not by her. The woman appeared to be frustrated by something and she was curious as to what could cause that expression excepting the lack of food. As if sensing the question, she said she voted communicate telepathically to most, but not to her and it was frustrating to not be able to 'read the book' as it were. Endermon smiled coyly and told her that if it helped at all, she couldn't read her mind either. The woman smiled and put away her sword.

With the danger abated, the woman introduces herself as Shiloh Archeron and she said that as enjoyable as the exchange was, she would have to use Endermon as food, unless she could procure some other means of nourishment. Endermon swallowed involuntarily, and Shiloh's eyes went to her throat to follow the motion. Their eyes locked and there was a moment where neither one said anything. It was broken however, by some commotion further into the woods. They rushed in to see a wolf cornering a terrified animal. Now this wolf had gotten into something and was more aggressive than normal. Summoning up vines to trap you wolf, Shiloh had no time to be impressed. She was hungry and needed to eat immediately.

Once the wolf was immobilized and the creature had fled, Shiloh was on that wolf and while trying not to create more carnage, couldn't help herself. Once sated, she delicately wiped her mouth and with a wink, to Endermon, that she'd see her later. A statement Endermon refused to internalize. After all this was a one time meeting. In a flash she was gone, and a few seconds later, a whip rang out, and she heard the sound of a carriage taking off. She went back to the edge of the woods, hoping her stuff was still there. It was, and she began setting up camp for the night.