She was more than understanding. Past several months, she had always defended the forest spirits regardless of what they did and their actions. Today, she's beyond herself. Xayah doesn't have many items- everything that she has, it's on her- from cowl to leather on her legs. The only items "of value" were three golden feathers that belong to Rakan, once upon a time.
Two of them are gone.
And she's seething.
It was the one thing she held dear, and whatever the game these forest spirits were playing is not funny. Thanks to Crowley's help, her wings are fully functional now and she is not shying away from using them as she flies around Beacon and Village houses, looking for the items.
"Where are they!?" The door of the house/cottage/library/Invincible/church flies out of the hinges as she barges in. She looks less like human and more like the Vastayan hunter she really is- eyes wide and pupils narrowed, purple wings menacingly shrouding her as she scans the room in front of her.
Nov. 1st: Thin thread
The items reappear in church the next day and Xayah didn't have a wink of sleep the entire time. She prowled on rooftops searching for those golden feathers the entire night without success. But when she sees people gathering around the church, she takes note and lands near the door, listening carefully.
Lost and found.
She instantly goes inside and looks over the tables and items that are presented. And then she spots them. Two golden feahters in hands that are not hers. She instantly marches up to the person.
"Those do not belong to you."
She's still angry but she could be calmed down- if the person hands the feathers over.
[ooc: For the first prompt, pick a setting and place she barges in. She can barge in anywhere, high or low, now that she can fly.]
Xayah | League of Legends | OTA
She was more than understanding. Past several months, she had always defended the forest spirits regardless of what they did and their actions. Today, she's beyond herself. Xayah doesn't have many items- everything that she has, it's on her- from cowl to leather on her legs. The only items "of value" were three golden feathers that belong to Rakan, once upon a time.
Two of them are gone.
And she's seething.
It was the one thing she held dear, and whatever the game these forest spirits were playing is not funny. Thanks to Crowley's help, her wings are fully functional now and she is not shying away from using them as she flies around Beacon and Village houses, looking for the items.
"Where are they!?" The door of the house/cottage/library/Invincible/church flies out of the hinges as she barges in. She looks less like human and more like the Vastayan hunter she really is- eyes wide and pupils narrowed, purple wings menacingly shrouding her as she scans the room in front of her.
Nov. 1st: Thin thread
The items reappear in church the next day and Xayah didn't have a wink of sleep the entire time. She prowled on rooftops searching for those golden feathers the entire night without success. But when she sees people gathering around the church, she takes note and lands near the door, listening carefully.
Lost and found.
She instantly goes inside and looks over the tables and items that are presented. And then she spots them. Two golden feahters in hands that are not hers. She instantly marches up to the person.
"Those do not belong to you."
She's still angry but she could be calmed down- if the person hands the feathers over.
[ooc: For the first prompt, pick a setting and place she barges in. She can barge in anywhere, high or low, now that she can fly.]