As the locals continued to observe Alina in what they probably thought was a covert manner, she grimaced. She slipped one hand down to the knife that rested at her hip. Pulling it out, she began playing with it, rolling it along her knuckles. Unlike most blades, this wasn't made of metal. Instead, it was made of obsidian, dark and brutal looking and wickedly sharp.
Shrugging at the other woman's question, the Fae shook her head. "Nothing so fancy. I'm a huntress." Flipping the knife up and catching it in her palm, she raised her eyebrows at the stranger. "How about you? What do you do when you're not accosting strangers in alleyways?"
Shrugging at the other woman's question, the Fae shook her head. "Nothing so fancy. I'm a huntress." Flipping the knife up and catching it in her palm, she raised her eyebrows at the stranger. "How about you? What do you do when you're not accosting strangers in alleyways?"
make me a big tall tree
so I can shed my leaves
Alina
Base Code by Sky!
