"Seriously? I really dont think you have it in you, I mean you've come close to killing me 2 or 3 times now and you still havent gone all the way through with it. I think theres something else holding you back." She tried keeping it casual even if the conversation was about death, there was no need for another outburst.
Dais is lying on a grassy hill, watching the cloud shapes change. She slowly falls into a relaxed trance. She can feel a powerful presence in Hogsmead. It is someone she has seen, talked to even. Their face is blured in her vision. She joins hands with them and feels their power. It is strong. Yet she feels something else too. A inner sadness, pain almost. She then realises that she can help them.
Dais woke with a start. 'If only i knew who they were, if only i could see their face.'
She just lay there relaxing and pondering life and all its questions.
"Humans... Simple as that, some of course are better than others but everyone has their own preferences." She thought it was funny how she could talk to someone about a persons taste as easily as talking about favorite ice cream flavors, "But if running around killing everyone in sight isn't your thing than I would head to the forest and find some sort of animal, just stay away from centaurs, they hate us. I myself like mountain lion, but as there aren't any around here, I just stick to coyotes mostly."