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Her violet eyes narrowed against the light from the rising suns of Telath, Airisti prowled through the streets of Vortex. Her short-cropped white hair contrasted drastically with her ebony skin, just as the grey blouse covering her upper half contrasted with the black breeches clinging to her lower. Her strides were long and graceful, yet slow and unhurried as she moved through the thin crowds of early morning, her slender fingers caressing over the hilt of the dagger at her side as she observed all those she passed with a coolly calculating air. She was an observer by nature and a shadow by practice. Constantly lurking in the background, it wasn't often that the young Vyssie chose to thrust herself to the forefront.
But that brightening was to be an exception to her general rule.
Passing from sunlight into shadow, Air turned her head slightly upon her slender neck, taking in the entirety of her surroundings with a careful practice that comes from diligent observation over several patterns. As her violet eyes landed upon the form of a dracon, however, the young dark elf paused. Her face devoid of any and all expression, she continued to regard him for many long moments, her eyes sweeping along his form as she took him in. He looked to be lost, that much was obvious, and the way he was glancing up at the rising suns was curious to be sure but not really of interest in itself. Perhaps he was just worried about the candlemark? Slightly camouflaged with her dark coloring as she lurked in the shadows -- though her shock of white hair would surely be a beacon to any and all no matter how dark her surroundings were -- Airisti remained silent for the time being. The stranger really was of no concern to her, but she couldn't help but be curious.
It was in her nature.
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