Little Girl Gone

The truth of his words caused a hollow chuckle to escape her, void of melody and music.[color=#9a00b2] “You are charming, I’ll grant you that and quite right.”[/color] Eyes left his for a moment while she mused, debated if she would provide more insight or not. How was her family situation best described … messy? Yet he seemed keenly more interested in the destruction than the reasons behind it. His last few words fully captured her attention though, her head snapping back towards him.

What? Dismantling the Crows? Adaria’s brow furrowed, head tilting the other way as she looked over him more closely. Memories flitted through her mind, back to the days learning from her father about the various power houses in their beloved homeland. Wait. He wasn’t…

[color=#9a00b2]“...You’re Zevran Aranai.” [/color]The recognition in her face became clearer. [color=#9a00b2]“My father mentioned you. Praised you for your efforts. You.”[/color] A genuine smile brimmed to the surface.[color=#9a00b2] “You’re a bit of a legend.” [/color]She had no memory, or knowledge of her father ever meeting the assassin, but knowing him, a drink was perhaps shared? [color=#9a00b2]“He’d be angry with me though. The Royale was his favourite, but it was better than letting her have it.”[/color]