Dusk
22nd Brightening of Kalendryas in the Season of Winter,
Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum
As the suns set over the horizon of the cursed city of Vortex, the surface identity for the Vysstichi underworld of Har'oloth, Astraea Olath'barra waited. She was leaning against the building where she'd been told to wait--Issar's School of Miscellaneous Trades and Training, the building she'd enrolled in once again earlier that brightening.
She was dressed in her full outfit of leather armor--shirt, pants, and greaves--and had all her weapons on her. Fachion at her back, bandoleers of throwing knives on her legs and waist, fingers still laced in their bagh nakh...she hardly ever took them off unless necessary, and pretty much never set them down. After all, she was likely to be fully armed and armored any times she would be wanting to be sneaking around, so it made sense to learn how to do it with all her equipment so that she'd never underestimate her abilities or gear at a crucial time.
Her time in the tunnels of Har'oloth had been well spent. She had an edge to her,...a predatory dangerousness that could likely make people's skin crawl. She hadn't learned the art of stealth, however, just the art of not dying. She waited, arms crossed, for the arrival of the teacher Reenix had arranged for her...whomever it could be. Aeternia, perhaps it was even Reenix herself. The woman had, after all, taught her how to pick locks, perhaps she'd teach her the art of sneaking about as well. Only time would tell.
Strae felt a cold winter breeze float over her, toying idly with the strands of shock white hair pulled back into a ponytail. Most of the cold was filtered out by her thick leather armor, though she did still feel it in certain areas. She waited patiently, however, fingers laced in her bagh nakh, loosening and tightening to keep her muscles prepared and on edge. It had become habit in the underworld, where at any time and without warning one might have to fight from becoming a creature's meal.
Despite being one of the longest-lived mortal races, Strae was somewhat impatient woman. She hated waiting, but she would put up with her dislikes and her hatreds, setting them aside, if it helped her learn how to be a better assassin.
So....she waited.