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Illyria is just outside the apartment complex, in the courtyard. What she's doing might be properly called pacing, except that by virtue of being what she is, she seems far calmer than someone pacing perhaps should.
She's wary, on the alert for anything that might signal an incoming attack. Perhaps almost hopeful for such. It is hard to tell what the source of her restlessness is this time, except perhaps the continued failed attempts toward progress. The mall trip had been remarkably less successful than planned, even with several skilled fighters along. Frustrating, but not as frustrating as having to come back here and return to simply watching these small creatures try to regroup and plan for the next battle.
So she's restless, and wary, and a little bored. And she's pacing.
But she may also be willing to stop and chat. For certain very loose definitions of "chat", of course.
She's wary, on the alert for anything that might signal an incoming attack. Perhaps almost hopeful for such. It is hard to tell what the source of her restlessness is this time, except perhaps the continued failed attempts toward progress. The mall trip had been remarkably less successful than planned, even with several skilled fighters along. Frustrating, but not as frustrating as having to come back here and return to simply watching these small creatures try to regroup and plan for the next battle.
So she's restless, and wary, and a little bored. And she's pacing.
But she may also be willing to stop and chat. For certain very loose definitions of "chat", of course.