Altar of Twilight we control nassau

she was not small enough, and he had become alerted to her presence. he turned, pulling back his lips into a snarl. she stood up straight, her eyes still wide and moonlike, prepared to flee if he attacked. the stranger, however, settled, and she released a small breath. his response to her stance was appreciated, she supposed, but she could only remember ferhago and how seemingly pleasant he had been before things had abruptly turned. she stared still, though the size of her pupils decreased, rendering her less 'deer-in-the-headlights'.

"i thought that... i mistook you for someone else," she shared, almost daringly, her feet stuck in place, refusing to come closer. "i didn't mean to stare, i just-- i haven't seen him, in a while." she thought of constantine, and casmir, and as she noted his gaze more calmly now-- lasher. she missed all of her mayfairs, finding it unfair the world would strip all three of them from her... what were the odds?