☀ @endevours { WITH. aalia.
a howling storm in the shape of a girl. a tale of pale hair as white as fjerdan snow, a story of electric eyes as the lightning, outside of these walls, cackles in rhythm with the girl's own laughter. myths are easily woven, turned into legends with the blood of a few bodies. but the assassin has a few stories of her own — their weight in flesh might even be bigger than ishtar's own, whose precious talents are most easily channeled for stealing than cutting throats. still, she knows what she has to do here, and the only theft committed will be the other girl's last breath. « the blade. at last, we meet. » warm tone, so obviously childish it might as well be mocking laughter. « you're taller than i expected. »
