i've aged a year this week

The tension hung thick in the air. Heavy. Adhara could have reached out and cut it with a knife, if she cared to. It was a lot... too much. Far too much. Though she was stiff, there was a subtle flexing to her muscles. Hackles too, raised at the back of her neck. It wasn't enough to disturb the vegetation around her and give her away, or at least, she could hope as much. Still, there was... something. There was something here and she didn't know what to think. Not yet. A chess match between Adhara and whoever was out here.

A battle of wits. It seemed, though, that he wasn't unarmed.

The voice that came was... hm. It was strange. Adhara's eyes narrowed, catching a hint of... something. Not altogether foreign, and in a way that left her deeply unsettled. Her stomach pitched. I see you, the words were quiet, but they're clear. He's coming closer. She waits for the cover of the breeze to pick back up. Adhara could hope that the sound of the wind within the willows would be enough to obscure the exact location from which her voice came. "And?" Just one word. Enough of a what of it? but without taking the chance to speak... that much. The tone is silken, that of a courtesan. Trained as she was, Adhara would do her best to appear nonthreatening. She knows better, though she's already on the defensive she does her best to conceal her true feelings in the moment.

"Adhara"