dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
“Arialla?” the older woman asks, eyeing shorter redhead who’d been waiting for her at the appointed place and time. If the other answers in the affirmative, she’ll go on to offer a brief, tight smile and introduce herself. “Hi. I’m Wessex.”
It’s been awhile since anyone has asked her to train them - but then it’s been awhile since she’s shown her face for any length of time in the Hollowed Ground. It’s nice to know that her reputation still precedes or - or perhaps Deimos is just busy with LongNight. Either way, she can make the time, especially as it’s only the first day of the dark week.
She’ll never need to limber up, so the Wraith simply discharges herself of her weapons, laying them out nearby. The Ascended moves with a smooth, preternatural grace, not quite as silent as she can be when it’s appropriate, but far quieter than most people. She looks like a fighter; well-defined muscles that will never lose their tone, hard and lean rather than bulky, a faded tattoo wrapped around a bicep. Eyes drift up and down before she speaks, but when she does, it remains in that all-business manner. “So. What are you wanting to learn and are you willing to owe me a favor for it?”
It’s been awhile since anyone has asked her to train them - but then it’s been awhile since she’s shown her face for any length of time in the Hollowed Ground. It’s nice to know that her reputation still precedes or - or perhaps Deimos is just busy with LongNight. Either way, she can make the time, especially as it’s only the first day of the dark week.
She’ll never need to limber up, so the Wraith simply discharges herself of her weapons, laying them out nearby. The Ascended moves with a smooth, preternatural grace, not quite as silent as she can be when it’s appropriate, but far quieter than most people. She looks like a fighter; well-defined muscles that will never lose their tone, hard and lean rather than bulky, a faded tattoo wrapped around a bicep. Eyes drift up and down before she speaks, but when she does, it remains in that all-business manner. “So. What are you wanting to learn and are you willing to owe me a favor for it?”
