you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

The woman had promptly ignored the Daray siblings for several days, not out of spite... merely because the woman had been working. Each night had been filled with jobs, Ivan sending her out and keeping her busy with those less than pleasant interactions with the sorry individuals that had managed to cross Ivan. The assassin had entirely too little time to drown herself in that bottle, let alone reminisce the encounters with Lazarus as of late. The woman having fallen into bed exhausted each morning to sleep the day away, only to wake up and continue that work. There were some days she felt that the vampire was simply looking for things for her to do, just so she didn't have a life outside of him. Yet, each interaction she had with that undead man made her realize he very well could have that many enemies.

Scrunching her nose up in disdain, the assassin finds herself traveling beneath those snow coated branches, wandering in the park. It had been weeks since she had found solace beneath the dead canopy and it still held a breathtaking view of the forest, though entirely covered in snow, it was silent, peaceful. She had managed to convince Ivan to give her a night off so she could merely train, though, she hardly told him what she was planning to work on, nor did she say she would be within that warehouse. The assassin needed a breath of fresh air, that dusky evening light filtering between the branches only to cast long shadows on the ground. She would train, just not with her fire.

Vhalla has left that teleportation magic alone, still not quite figuring out how it worked. She had only managed to successfully use the magic once or twice and it drained so much energy she wondered if it would kill her some days. Yet, she had woken up this afternoon with the intent of practicing, attempting to at least get to a designated spot before she returned back to the warehouse. Though the assassin wasn't working, she still suited up, her white hair braided back tightly, as that suit firmly hugs her womanly body, hardly leaving much to the imagination. A number of weapons are littered through her suit, though, carefully hidden by the naked eye as she saunters into that forest, her shoulders squared as if she were on a mission. And truly, in a sense, she was. It hardly takes her long to find that favorite clearing of hers, a brief memory of Tetradore flashing through her mind. They had sparred here, the man having successfully pinned her under his panther form.

It was such an interesting encounter, the woman having found feelings for him eventually, only for her to depart for those long months. She had returned and things had been... different, though she was pleased they had remained friends, even if a part of her would feel for the man. That memory brings a soft smile to her lips, briefly, but it dances there nonetheless as she moves to the middle of the clearing, the light fading quickly as she casts a sidelong glance at the pond, the edges having froze but the middle remained untouched by the cold, at least for now. Removing Tet from her mind, she allows her hands to hang loosely at her sides as she calls on that power, her grasp on that magic not nearly as firm as her fire affinity. When the assassin thought she had it, it slipped away. Her brow furrows in concentration, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead as she finally throws herself into that power, successfully wrapping herself within it.

Yet, she had been entirely too distracted in grasping the power, she hardly directed it and instead, teleported ten feet above where she had been standing, only to quickly fall and land on her back with a dull thud. Her breath having been successfully knocked out of there, she groans quietly wishing she had stayed at the warehouse. At least it had padded floors. Frustrated, she rolls to her side, pushing herself up into a sitting position and then a standing one, brushing the dirt from her black suit, suddenly very glad none of those hidden weapons had punctured her skin. It was clear she was in for an incredibly long evening.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered