@earelloxtiruvai sent in: “You shot me!” (Istariel)
“Okay, one, the arrow didn’t hit you, and two, well... What did you expect? You’re breaking into a shop in the middle of the night! It’s bound to startle some people!”
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@earelloxtiruvai sent in: “You shot me!” (Istariel)
“Okay, one, the arrow didn’t hit you, and two, well... What did you expect? You’re breaking into a shop in the middle of the night! It’s bound to startle some people!”
@ask-the-time-assassin sent in: “How’d you get here?”
“I’m not...entirely sure,” Iris confessed. “I...I think I stepped in through a portal, and well, I came tumbling out here.”
@huntersxandxfriends sent in: “Give me the knife.” (Dean)
Iris paused for a moment, holding the dagger in hand, unsure if she should trust the hunter or not. Slowly, she stood up, her eyes never tearing away from him, and she held out the dagger to him, hilt side verse, only her gloved index finger and thumb holding onto the blade.
@ask-the-hidden-thief sent in: “Who wants to know?”
“My name is Iris Galen. I was employed by the Countess Nadia of Vesuvia. Now, are you Mr. Alexander De’Nuit?” she repeated her question.
@huntersxandxfriends sent in: “There’s something so familiar about you.” (Max)
“Who, me?” Iris giggled, giving a faint smile. There was a small...warm whisper at the back of her neck, something that deep down told her, yes, this stranger was familiar to her, too.
“Have you come to the Faire before?” she asked curiously as she began shuffling her tarot cards.
@ask-cerus sent: “Here, take a sip.”
Iris’ hands curled around the ceramic cup, offering the man a timid smile. “Um, thank you,” she responded before tentatively taking a sip of the hot tea. The ginger and lemon warmed her spirits. He was right; it was comforting.
“I am sorry for literally bumping into you on the streets,” she apologized.