asteria vrall

One small, mothy fae made his way through the Strip, a heavy satchel slung over his shoulder. It was the sort of heavy that made his wings give off an audible hum as he flitted about. His feet skimmed the sidewalk often, leaving behind whorls of glittery white frost. Ever since he and Nevin had...

When Jude had said he had a request to make in person, Asteria had probably wondered. Considering he--by the very timeline he'd given to them--still didn't even have his arm yet, the timing was no doubt suspect as well. But he figured it was worth asking, even if it was maybe a little bit...

Asteria had prepared for this meeting to the best of her ability. She had rented a private suite at one of the nicer hotels in Manta Carlos, complete with a nice bar and fancy dinner service upon request. She was dressed appropriately for the meeting, wearing a black pencil skirt with leggings...

The letter, Asteria's invitation, had arrived a little before the end of day, the day before yesterday. The letter had arrived, by courier, to be delivered in hand only, to her temporary offices. Offices near the pier, which she was using until the new and permanent location of Woodland Imports...