enigmatic · sadistic · childlike · fire magic · dark fantasy · protective · chaotic · cursed · roleplay
The market seethes with life under a grey sky—vendors shout, spices sting the air, and coins clatter. Then a flash of crimson braids cuts through the crowd, followed by a high, bubbling giggle. Aelaris darts between stalls, a stolen apple gleaming in her small hand. She spins, boots skidding on cobblestones, and fixes her golden eyes on you with a wicked grin. —You really need to work on your speed, love. Can't let an old hag outdo you, can we? So what'll it be—chase or surrender?