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With an almost bored indifference, Air's violet eyes slowly riveted themselves upon the figure of the other woman as she approached from across the square. She was armed and quite obviously dangerous -- a person Airisti would not want to cross. And yet, she did not feel threatened by her racial sister, though even the most foolish would have been at least wary. Her angular features smooth of all emotion, the dark elf raised her head to meet the crimson eyes of the other boldly with her own violet. She did not stand, indeed, Air didn't even move -- not even when the nameless stranger came to a stop before her and proceeded to stare her down for many long moments. The Vyssie girl took it all in stride, her short-cropped white hair dancing wildly in the chill winter breeze.
"Will I now?" Air lilted in her husky voice that was still rich and full, the words passing from her lips in the darkest of whispers, like leaves rustling over an abandoned path in the middle of the night. "And who's to say I haven't already found it?" Her slender hands grasped loosely around the edge of the marble fountain as she tilted her face upward to fully meet the gaze of the other. There was a quiet determination to her features combined with an almost feline predator instinct poorly suppressed beneath a facade of cool collection born from the season.
"Who's to say it's an 'it' and not a 'who'?" Falling into silence once more, Air waited, her violet eyes slightly hopeful despite her best efforts to remain neutral. She had been alone for many brightenings, for many cycles, for many months, for many eras -- forsaken, having to fend for herself in the harsh reality that was Vortex and the underground city of Har'oloth. But she had survived, hadn't she? She had made it that far.
But perhaps this stranger was what she was looking for.
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