#exalitress

[mourningcomess]

It's unusual for Ishtar to venture too far from the abyss. Her internal alarm system has already registered that far too many from Jugdral are here. Not that she's feeling particularly bad about herself, mind you, but she'd rather soak in the darkness of the Abyss than face others' anger and frustration. The whole thing Ishtar feels is a general numbness about herself and her actions, running through her whole body like a slow, debilitating river.

Perhaps that's why she decides to leave for a change. The numbness is all-consuming, choking even, and it frustrates Ishtar that anything should control her. She needs to feel something. Anything. Well, it's not as if she's particularly well-versed in the monastery by now. Or if she even has a preferred dwelling spot. She simply is here, the academy being some sort of cage.

Ishtar stops in the marketplace, but glassy violet eyes take no interest. In her past life, she had all the riches and glamour at her disposal. Now, she desires nothing. She eyes the area slowly, but casually shopping students and faculty only serve to irritate. That is when Ishtar notices a familiar face out of the corner - one who stands out, nonetheless. The princess merely watches for a moment, but Sonya is far too keen to only be watched, turning around and matching her gaze.

"Nothing special," Ishtar says, arms folded, and tapping her fingers against an arm. 

"I'm hardly so delicate," the princess continues. "Yet what are you here for?" It interested her far more than topics of herself. The mage's gaze turned to the stall beside Sonya. 

"Looking for dresses?"

bathing in the bargain bin

non-mission task: excavation (heavy armor+1)