What had supposed to be only a few days stretched into weeks, two weeks, and later dragged on into months. It wasn’t for a lack of skill or even drive on the witch’s part, more or so a string of events and extenuating circumstances that kept placing roadblocks that either required destruction or careful maneuvering. Mandragora had always been nothing if not cunning, something that was oft unexpected due to the way she looked.
Though, finally, she had managed to accomplish it. The sharp point of the cold, twisted metal of a spear pierced through the chest of what had once been the leader of this small country, one that had gotten in much too far over his head, twisted up in the own strings that he had tried to manipulate. Wrong choice after bad decision had the male made, eventually bringing Mandragora down on his head like judgement day. Dropping the spear with a metallic thunk, she sighed, pulling the hood back over her head.
The edges of her coat swirled as a breeze swept over the ground, and she turned and left as people swarmed the inside, their chatter hysterical as they discovered the freshly slain body. He made the wrong enemies... The witch was swift and efficient in picking up any items of interest, knowing that certain valuables could be put to proper use far better with anyone else.
Rumours about her began to circulate in that area, about the purple angel of death. She wore the garb of a witch, the face of an innocent maiden, and the fierceness of someone bringing down a soul’s true judgement. Mandragora didn’t pay much attention to these stories, now that the important treasures had been received and the target eliminated, all she could focus on was returning to him.
Her travel was careful and swift, though it wasn’t without it’s own hitches here and there. The day she truly returned there was a storm in the works, a thin mist of rain, though the scent and feel of the air alone hinted that it’d become far worse. She had sent a message days ago, perhaps a little later than she would have normally, but it was more than enough.
Her arrival on his grounds wouldn’t be unnoticed, as she knew nothing on his territory ever really escapes his attention. Her steps are quick and light, as stealthy and silent as a cat’s as she naturally moves towards a particular spot still outdoors that she knows he frequents. ”Hmm, well I don’t know about you but I think that patch of grass has overgrown itself a bit~” Mandragora’s greeting is a teasing aspect, something she often leads with when she’s been away from him for quite some time.
Being back here ... it was almost like being home. His presence was something she could slip into comfortably, easily, like a comfort blanket or a favorite pair of pants. With Ieyasu Mandragora was different than in any other situation, seeing no real need for guardedness or to keep up any sort of faux act. Everything she said, any move that she’d make, was natural, instinctive. Nothing ever really had to be forced, or at least, hadn’t for quite some time.
”Brought you back some stuff you miiiight find interesting...” Here she pauses a little, trailing off into a hum before she nods her head once. ”So do you mind if I keep you company for a while again?” It wasn’t even really a question she needed to ask at this point, though she just does it often to hear his voice. The hood falls from over her head as she tilts her gaze up to look at him, a smile playing over her lips. Almost three months .... she couldn’t let it drag on that long next time.