Vesphira So'Kil
Bladedancer
If anything Vesphira had a knack for getting into places she wasn't meant to be. Breaking into the home of Isley was no different. Sitting his his favorite chair and drinking his whiskey?That was just the kicker. She had disappeared from the face of the Earth, presumed dead to some save her daughter. It was no surprise when Isley found another source of warmth to keep his bed warm at night. He was what he was. He was always a loose swine, drifting from one pretty face to the next.
The one thing Vesphira could say, he did have taste she had seen a few of his picks. Had she not set her sights on him and decided he was the one for her then she may have dipped into the pool of pretty faces. Drifting into silence , she would lean back and enjoy the feel of the warmth of the whiskey sliding down her throat, she would wait, patiently polishing her blades that lay across her lap.
She knew his schedule quite well, his routines and his interesting little quirks. She was more annoyed that his home wasn't secure enough given the fact that her grandchild decided to reside with him. She and Mr Mand'alor would be having a talk about a few things, the first being Deneve's call to the darkness. The second being his crappy parenting skills. She had heard he had more kids and just scoffed upon learning the stories of each from Deneve on her trip. Though she wasn't surprised. Isley was who he was. Parental skills weren't his thing though she imagined he did try. If she knew anything about Isley, she knew his children were stubborn and most likely giving him a hard time. Something that amused her. Amused her greatly.
So here she was, slightly buzzed and polishing knives within the home of the man she might love. Not that she'd admit it. She was here waiting for him.
[member="Isley Verd"]
The one thing Vesphira could say, he did have taste she had seen a few of his picks. Had she not set her sights on him and decided he was the one for her then she may have dipped into the pool of pretty faces. Drifting into silence , she would lean back and enjoy the feel of the warmth of the whiskey sliding down her throat, she would wait, patiently polishing her blades that lay across her lap.
She knew his schedule quite well, his routines and his interesting little quirks. She was more annoyed that his home wasn't secure enough given the fact that her grandchild decided to reside with him. She and Mr Mand'alor would be having a talk about a few things, the first being Deneve's call to the darkness. The second being his crappy parenting skills. She had heard he had more kids and just scoffed upon learning the stories of each from Deneve on her trip. Though she wasn't surprised. Isley was who he was. Parental skills weren't his thing though she imagined he did try. If she knew anything about Isley, she knew his children were stubborn and most likely giving him a hard time. Something that amused her. Amused her greatly.
So here she was, slightly buzzed and polishing knives within the home of the man she might love. Not that she'd admit it. She was here waiting for him.
[member="Isley Verd"]