『𝔸𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕜𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕』
❝ i'd set the world on fire just to walk through the ashes ❞
【female ⥈ twenty-one ⥈ homo ⥈ loner ⥈ draconic ⥈ mood; intrigued ⥈ location; zestos forest ⥈ tags; alura】
Aksana smirked gleefully as the stranger turned to glare daggers at her. The bird, to her dismay, did not fly away, instead seemed to be soothed by the stranger's melodic humming. As Aksana stood there, waiting to be acknowledged properly, she found a foreign sense of calm sweeping over her. The strange feeling stopped rather abruptly as the stranger stood, turned to her and spoke. Aksana tilted her head, mentally noting two things about this stranger - one, that she most likely has abilities if the strange fleeting calm was any indicator, and two, that she is eyeing Aksana with a healthy amount of suspicion. At her 'dressed to kill comment, Aksana gave a light chuckle. She likely has no idea how right she is. Stepping forward, Aksana extended a hand in greeting to the stranger, smirk widening. "That's the point, dear." Aksana purred, feeling the familiar warm feeling of her silver tongue ability at work. After all, she didn't want to scare away this stranger quite yet, this was certainly the most interesting thing to happen to Aksana since she arrived in Zestos. "Name's Aksana, and who might you be?"
「ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ」
❝ ignorance truly is bliss ❞
〖female ⇿ twenty ⇿ bi ⇿ seer ⇿ draconic ⇿ mood; stressed ⇿ location; zestos bakery ⇿ tags; evanora, rune〗
Cordelia slipped quietly through the streets of Zestos, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. Her head had been hurting all day, reaching a fever pitch a half an hour ago, when she had run out of her shop in the middle of a reading, profusely apologizing to her dumbfounded client, because she couldn't think past the awful ache in her head. Cordelia had been wandering through town ever since, hoping that some fresh air would soothe her headache. It had helped a little bit, but not enough. Heaving a sigh, Cordelia resolved to get some food, forcefully slamming her mind shut to all of the new possible futures that flooded in. Her headache, predictably, returned with renewed vigor, and Cordelia groaned softly, stumbling slightly into the nearest shop. The scent of baked goods hit Cordelia as she surveyed the shop silently, gaze resting on the room's two other occupants. The baker was behind the counter, talking with a customer. Cordelia backpedaled slightly, not wanting to intrude, deciding to wait until she gets acknowledged to say anything.