Elowen doesn’t answer her inquiry about being ‘hunted.’

Instead, she pivots focus to this whole ‘safe haven’ she mentioned.

“Safe haven, here? I find that hard to believe.”

“Well .. there—must be a reason for your presence, right?”

“ .. What are you doing here? What do you want?”

“ .. all just to tell me that I’m making an ill-advised decision?”

She continued to eye him with suspicion, but a glint of curiosity surfaced in her gaze.

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— in her brilliant, iridescent hues.

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— more combative.

Instantly, she swivels her wrist and a stream of water jets into the air. With a quick balling of her hand, the floating liquid orb solidifies into ice. The shard aims at the fallen angel.

Her eyes are wide, tense, .. and hurting. Terrified. There’s a watery glint —

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She doesn’t drop her stream of water. She continued to have it suspend in the air.

“ .. Is there any particular reason for your concern?”

Elowen hesitated before adding, trying to stay vigilant while putting up all her walls.

“I .. don’t want a fight. So .. state your intentions.”

The nymph was already on her feet.
Her mesmerizing sapphire hues, with those present flecks of pink, seemed to twinkle of their own accord.
Despite their beauty, her gaze was nonetheless stern and cautious.

“Who are you? What .. what do you want?”

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Despite her desperation for connection, she remains distant.
Not distant enough to make appearances in the general area, though.

Uncertainty plagues the nymph.

The redhead is rather untrusting, though.
She is wary of who friends and foes could be in her quest for answers and justice.

Maybe she could provide insight on returning to Nysa.

Perhaps the princess is as sage and practical in magical workings as her father is.

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So. The ‘Hazbin’ Hotel, huh?
She’s been sort of — hovering around the bottom of the hill for the past couple of days.
Elowen’s been eyeing it, remaining skeptical and unsure.

Supposedly the princess is residing there with some sinners.

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The nymph, with luscious red tresses concealed by her hood and footwork swift, pushes open the front door a tad to peak inside.
The music instantly peaked in volume, making her shrink back.
Two hellborn demons stood in front of a curtain entrance, seemingly on guard.

Was this music going to drone on for the rest of the evening?

Elowen barely gets a wink of sleep at this point. If she’s going to be kept awake by this obnoxiously loud music, she may as well investigate to see what she may be up against in the future.

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It wasn’t made of clay, timber, .. or even marble.
Whatever this material was, it was most certainly alien to her.

As she stands in hiding, making herself as avoidant to the bright fluorescent lights as possible, she places her dainty palm upon the building.

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