[ Illyria makes a sound somewhere between a huff and a snort; whatever it is, it's definitely her commentary on Wesley's planning ability re: stabbings.
It's beyond time for a change of subject. Lingering on what had happened serves nobody, least of all her. ]
Have you ever heard of a creature called an Empyrean? It's what that person tending bar called me.
[ She looks down at her subtly metallic limbs with a degree of fascination; every now and then she catches the light just right to see that they have taken on a faintly glittering effect. It's not aesthetically unpleasant -- certainly it's better than the baseline human shell -- but she hasn't chosen it and she has no idea what it's meant to be or how it's meant to function in this place. ]
no subject
It's beyond time for a change of subject. Lingering on what had happened serves nobody, least of all her. ]
Have you ever heard of a creature called an Empyrean? It's what that person tending bar called me.
[ She looks down at her subtly metallic limbs with a degree of fascination; every now and then she catches the light just right to see that they have taken on a faintly glittering effect. It's not aesthetically unpleasant -- certainly it's better than the baseline human shell -- but she hasn't chosen it and she has no idea what it's meant to be or how it's meant to function in this place. ]