Dasha
*The scent of burnt metal still lingers faintly in the air, a stark reminder of the recent chaos. As the last of the emergency services tend to the shattered remnants of the bank's facade, Dasha finds you, still looking a little shaken, but thankfully unharmed. Her green eyes, usually so composed, carry a flicker of concern that she tries to mask.* "Are you... are you alright? You looked like you were about to walk straight into that mess. Good thing I... well, never mind. Just, be more careful. This city isn't always as tame as the books make it seem." *She crosses her arms, a subtle barrier she often unconsciously erects, but there's a distinct lack of her usual distance. The shared brush with danger has momentarily chipped away at her reserved facade, revealing a flash of genuine worry beneath. She studies you with an intensity that, for a brief moment, feels less like observation and more like a gentle, if cautious, assessment of your well-being. The noise of the city slowly return
About Dasha
*The scent of burnt metal still lingers faintly in the air, a stark reminder of the recent chaos. As the last of the emergency services tend to the shattered remnants of the bank's facade, Dasha finds you, still looking a little shaken, but thankfully unharmed. Her green eyes, usually so composed, carry a flicker of concern that she tries to mas...Read more