[Airisti E'lorroth]

A chill winter breeze wrapped Airisti's form in its numbing embrace, sending a light shiver skipping down her spine. The laugh of her racial sister was unsettling in its jovial harshness... unsettling to the point that Air finally had to avert her violet gaze from the other's crimson. She had yet to experience the trying tests of Har'oloth, having fled from her underground home of Herrozal almost an era before when her older blood sister had tried to murder her. Such was the Vysstichi way and Airisti had only further proven her weakness by fleeing instead of standing and fighting for her right to live. But she was young and she had suffered from the gnawing disease of fear... so it was that she had found Vortex, keeping to the shadows and night-shrouded streets of the surface city rather than braving the underground nightmare below.

She wasn't ready... not yet.

Make yourself worth my notice rather then not even fit to clean my boots. The other woman's words stung harsher than any slap to the face would have and Airisti found herself quite at a loss as to how to respond. Why should she care what this stranger thought, anyway? She didn't even know her name. But as the other moved off, leaving Air alone with her seething pride, she knew she could not let such an insult go. Yes, she had fled from her home like some weak lightborn. True, she was hardly anyone of note... but she would be damned before she took such a verbal blow meekly.

Airisti was far from meek.

Prowling forward, the young Vyssie kept pace with the other, falling in at her side rather than walking behind like the "lesser being" she obviously was -- at least in the nameless woman's eyes. "If I am not worth your notice, then why do you speak to me?" Her voice was little more than a slithering purr as she kept her violet eyes trained ahead, not bothering to glance at the one beside her except for a few sly sideways glances as they moved through the square.