She'd comment on how unlikely that was, but instead she chose to sit back and observe in amusement.

One who walks through mirrors.

Why would she do that? More importantly, where is the fun in that?

//Replies will go out later, after I've attended appointments and turned in my assignments.

//Alright! Errands done, I'm here and about to rock out replies. Happy Valentine's Day!

//Be back for replies in a couple hours. Kiddos have a sports thing to do.

𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓮𝓹 𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓪 🌸ᴀᴇɴ ᴇʟʟᴇ 🌀ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ʜᴜɴᴛ 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. #TheWitcherRP  Experienced Writer  ❗Mature Themes - Violence & language. ❗+21 ONLY - 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜

There was a change in the wind. Something deep and ancient. More so than herself, and yet - it wasn't even a little unsettling. Such a curiously familiar feeling it was. Something so profound and at the same time, wicked. Something was coming.

I know all the blood. I know why angels howl in the moonlight.

// *casually pokes around the tl looking for signs of life*

I am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other:

After throwing a rock at Aedan Cousland, the elf quickly hides behind a tree.

//Will get to replies here in the morning.

//Starting to feel much better. Will get back to replies here, likely tomorrow. ^_^

//Finally got around to replies. Took forever and a day though.

The moon was especially large and beautiful this night. What trouble might it bring?

I see Fen'harel is still a pain in the ass.

ㅤ —— 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬。ˎˊ- ┊ ㅤ ノ °。゜❝ 𝐼𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝘩𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚, 𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. ❞ ┊ ۵ & ↻ ㅤ

Yawn.

She's casually preparing to kidnap Varric.