Miurani'sil'atera
Cspalar, Csilla
There she sat, a head in a book as usual with a cold drink to the side. She wore a pair of tight, black leather pants and black heels on her crossed legs and a gray coat. She sipped through the straw from her glass as her vibrant red eyes, hidden by black shades, scanned the words ad pictures of the book detailing various plants found in the galaxy.
In truth, this is what she called 'in hiding'. Hiding in plain sight, that is. Something she had to learn if she was planning on committing to the occupation of a criminal. In her time as a Malkite Poisoner, she had killed many, many people. Some of which, were Ascendency personnel. Poison. The weapon of politicians and women. She had learn that well.
"Waitress!" she called out, holding an empty glass in the air. "Need another." Sila pushed her glasses up her nose and continued reading her book as she awaited another drink.
[member="Juthan'Athar'Oran"] | [member="Davin"]
There she sat, a head in a book as usual with a cold drink to the side. She wore a pair of tight, black leather pants and black heels on her crossed legs and a gray coat. She sipped through the straw from her glass as her vibrant red eyes, hidden by black shades, scanned the words ad pictures of the book detailing various plants found in the galaxy.
In truth, this is what she called 'in hiding'. Hiding in plain sight, that is. Something she had to learn if she was planning on committing to the occupation of a criminal. In her time as a Malkite Poisoner, she had killed many, many people. Some of which, were Ascendency personnel. Poison. The weapon of politicians and women. She had learn that well.
"Waitress!" she called out, holding an empty glass in the air. "Need another." Sila pushed her glasses up her nose and continued reading her book as she awaited another drink.
[member="Juthan'Athar'Oran"] | [member="Davin"]