+ sadistic-vengeance
With the quick threading of the arrow's shaft between her index and middle finger, Xialiao pinned it against the body of her bow's frame. It was not drawn, nor was it nocked, but she was prepared to do so if the situation took a turn for the worse. On such nights abroad she was unable to sleep, and so she stood on watch for any suspicious movements, and she was certain she had encountered one.
The figure that emerged from evening's shroud did not put her at ease despite the deep colours it adorned, but rather kept her on edge. She was unsettling, this woman of Wei, and the horrors that plagued her even more-so.
"Restless?" The archer inquired softly, fingers remaining rigid around the arrow itself, eyes cast out towards the dark plane before the small encampment.
