Lost 'n found

Iskandei stood at the base of a gnarled oak, probing the surrounding foliage with her shadows. She detected death, and a rather strange form of it--her mind's eye saw an animated human corpse, stumbling in expiry through the trees like a rotting inebriate.

Fascinating, Iskandei thought, observing. What foul wizardry propels him so?

It was then she sensed another force--life, emanating from a being nearby. She cast her mind's eye toward the being, and saw a man, dressed like nothing she'd ever seen before.

Iskandei felt her brow furrow. And what in the name of the Gods is this? she thought, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Jeffrey!" the man called, voice echoing through the trees. "Jeffrey, I have a delicious squirrel waiting for you. Jeffery!"

Iskandei smiled, a rare, wicked crescent. Gods below, she thought, But this is too interesting. I think it's nigh time I made a new friend.

In a rush of numbness, Iskandei morphed, melting into the forest shadows and bleeding along them toward the man. Within seconds she'd reached her destination, and with a surge of feeling regained her humanoid form.

The man seemed to have heard her. "Jeffery?" he said, craning to look over his shoulder.

"Iskandei," the wraith woman replied, materializing before him with a grin.