Caution
She knows the place they are to meet.
It is out of the way, but still a part of the city. She will be there early, no point taking risks. She's not that naive - Astoreth is nowhere near her strength, it is true - but there is always a risk in a situation such as this.
Di'aliz tilts her head at the mirror, before feeling for the long thin knife hidden up one sleeve, and tightens the ribbons which secure it. The girl turns, observing the fall of her dress, the soft loose sleeves. Impossible to see the hidden blade, even when trying. And better safe than sorry, after all. Asmodean would shake his head, she knows, but there is always that chance.
Her hair remains braided out of the way, but still decorative. Her dress is simple and pretty. Di'aliz - Malacoda, she is today, mustn't forget - doesn't only choose pretty clothes because she likes them. Who would seriously suspect her of true power, looking as she does like an overgrown doll?
A pleased giggle.
Nobody would. Nobody ever does. Even the other Chosen find it hard to believe, she's seen how they look at her. But enough. Time to go. Killing Astoreth removes a potential future competitor - weakens Mesaana, who tried to kill Asmodean, who would move against them in a heartbeat - it must be done. It will help him. Them.
A moment to Supress the glow of saidar from around her, and Malacoda fades from view.
It is out of the way, but still a part of the city. She will be there early, no point taking risks. She's not that naive - Astoreth is nowhere near her strength, it is true - but there is always a risk in a situation such as this.
Di'aliz tilts her head at the mirror, before feeling for the long thin knife hidden up one sleeve, and tightens the ribbons which secure it. The girl turns, observing the fall of her dress, the soft loose sleeves. Impossible to see the hidden blade, even when trying. And better safe than sorry, after all. Asmodean would shake his head, she knows, but there is always that chance.
Her hair remains braided out of the way, but still decorative. Her dress is simple and pretty. Di'aliz - Malacoda, she is today, mustn't forget - doesn't only choose pretty clothes because she likes them. Who would seriously suspect her of true power, looking as she does like an overgrown doll?
A pleased giggle.
Nobody would. Nobody ever does. Even the other Chosen find it hard to believe, she's seen how they look at her. But enough. Time to go. Killing Astoreth removes a potential future competitor - weakens Mesaana, who tried to kill Asmodean, who would move against them in a heartbeat - it must be done. It will help him. Them.
A moment to Supress the glow of saidar from around her, and Malacoda fades from view.