[after having attempted to return to the castle after the recent world change, Sylvanas had found that her sister was relentless in trying to discuss certain matters, albeit indirectly. it was obvious she would have none of it, especially after delicate issues were touched upon.
perhaps she needed to clear her head again, the banshee assumed, opting to hole herself in this refuge once again. after all, only one person would know she was there.
...but as she walks through the halls this evening? Sylvanas finds herself thinking that number could quite possibly double, with the uncomfortable feeling in her gut.]
[It would be a lie to say that Riful wasn't at all curious about the strange person that had decided to coming to her refuge--and willingly no less. There was the unfortunate detail that she did not smell at all appetizing...but something about this stranger was almost nostalgic, so as Sylvanas walked through the hallways she waited at the foot of the stairs and banister that would take one to the second floor, expression one of utter amusement]
[the feeling would not escape Sylvanas, to her own disdain, her guard not faltering in the slightest as she would keep an arrow to the strings of her bow, ready to fire at a moment's notice. it was an instinct that had allowed her to be such a formidable opponent and admirable ranger in her days of the living, and although many senses have left her in undeath, she would not let her instinct slip.
after sweeping the first floor, she would opt to continue onwards and upwards... though, a certain roadblock barred her from ascending. the bow would not be lowered, rather, raised at the sight.]
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perhaps she needed to clear her head again, the banshee assumed, opting to hole herself in this refuge once again. after all, only one person would know she was there.
...but as she walks through the halls this evening? Sylvanas finds herself thinking that number could quite possibly double, with the uncomfortable feeling in her gut.]
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after sweeping the first floor, she would opt to continue onwards and upwards... though, a certain roadblock barred her from ascending. the bow would not be lowered, rather, raised at the sight.]
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I would think that question belongs to me... It is you who is trespassing, is it not?
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