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Airisti E'lorroth · May 12, 2008, 07:15 PM

The smile that curled Airisti's thin lips was cold in its blandness. Had Astraea accused her aloud of being nothing more than a dark-skinned elf, Air would have agreed with her, though rather reluctantly. The girl was soft. She was weak. She did fear her weakness, yes, though it was one of the only things she feared. Airisti embraced that fear with a quiet sense of defeat, knowing that if she did not embrace it, it would surely control her. She did not like being controlled.

"My eyes betray me," she murmured deeply, her hooded violet eyes flashing as she did so. Yet, her tone was not one of annoyance, but rather one of simple fact. Either the windows to her soul were wide open on that brightening, or this other woman was very skilled at reading subtle signs. Either way, Air felt exposed beneath the crimson gaze of her racial sister... but she didn't shift uncomfortably or look away. It was perhaps her one strength -- her ability to hold a gaze no matter how uncomfortable, awkward, or tense it was.

"Either way, if you don't find it soon, you will be swallowed whole by someone else's ambition." Airisti's lips twisted into a smirk -- the first sign of emotion she had shown thus far in their brief meeting. Wry amusement. "I doubt I am of enough worth to be of interest to another's ambition." In a fluid motion, she rose from her perch on the edge of the marble fountain, reaching up to her full height of 5'9". The other woman was just barely taller, so their eyes were still on about the same level as Air gazed steadily into the other's face, her eyes blinking languidly every few minutes. Her hands were limp at her sides, her fingers barely brushing against her black breeches as the chill winter wind teased her short-cropped hair of a ghostly white hue. Her very demeanor radiated indifference in such a heavy quantity that it could easily be confused with laziness by the obtuse. A more observant person however would note the straightness of her posture, the relaxed strength in her shoulders, and the quiet calculating of her violet eyes.

Airisti might be cold, even brutally dispassionate at times, but she was definitely not lazy.

May 12, 2008, 07:15 PM	#5 (permalink)
Airisti E'lorroth Daughter of the Night Join Date: May 2008 Location: Herozzal Posts: 10	The smile that curled Airisti's thin lips was cold in its blandness. Had Astraea accused her aloud of being nothing more than a dark-skinned elf, Air would have agreed with her, though rather reluctantly. The girl was soft. She was weak. She did fear her weakness, yes, though it was one of the only things she feared. Airisti embraced that fear with a quiet sense of defeat, knowing that if she did not embrace it, it would surely control her. She did not like being controlled. "My eyes betray me," she murmured deeply, her hooded violet eyes flashing as she did so. Yet, her tone was not one of annoyance, but rather one of simple fact. Either the windows to her soul were wide open on that brightening, or this other woman was very skilled at reading subtle signs. Either way, Air felt exposed beneath the crimson gaze of her racial sister... but she didn't shift uncomfortably or look away. It was perhaps her one strength -- her ability to hold a gaze no matter how uncomfortable, awkward, or tense it was. "Either way, if you don't find it soon, you will be swallowed whole by someone else's ambition." Airisti's lips twisted into a smirk -- the first sign of emotion she had shown thus far in their brief meeting. Wry amusement. "I doubt I am of enough worth to be of interest to another's ambition." In a fluid motion, she rose from her perch on the edge of the marble fountain, reaching up to her full height of 5'9". The other woman was just barely taller, so their eyes were still on about the same level as Air gazed steadily into the other's face, her eyes blinking languidly every few minutes. Her hands were limp at her sides, her fingers barely brushing against her black breeches as the chill winter wind teased her short-cropped hair of a ghostly white hue. Her very demeanor radiated indifference in such a heavy quantity that it could easily be confused with laziness by the obtuse. A more observant person however would note the straightness of her posture, the relaxed strength in her shoulders, and the quiet calculating of her violet eyes. Airisti might be cold, even brutally dispassionate at times, but she was definitely not lazy.