Bored Old One [ota]
Illyria was growing quite tired of this place. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do to remedy that situation. And there was only so much time she could spend conversing with the green before she found herself growing weary. Boredom was not a feeling she was accustomed to feeling in her old form, but it seemed to grace her with an unpleasant frequency now.
So she wandered. Through the stores, the clubs-- even the one with the half-breeds feeding on fake blood and the occasional willing volunteer, and the bars too. Faith hadn't much liked Illyria hanging around the Firecracker, so she hadn't spent long there. Not that she cared about irritating anyone let alone a Slayer.
Perhaps she might yet find something worth her interest.
So she wandered. Through the stores, the clubs-- even the one with the half-breeds feeding on fake blood and the occasional willing volunteer, and the bars too. Faith hadn't much liked Illyria hanging around the Firecracker, so she hadn't spent long there. Not that she cared about irritating anyone let alone a Slayer.
Perhaps she might yet find something worth her interest.