Maybe, doing this wasn’t appropriate at this time, but righteousness be damned. She had a dislike for rules that made her work harder, anyway. In the cover of night, Rosaria walked like a cat, quick and quiet with every step perfectly calculated. Recently she had found herself a cute little spot on a mountain tip, hiding behind jagged mountain rock to nest in. She’s enamoured with the area and perches there once more. Ruby eyes fixated on the object of her suspicion, the only person to rouse any kind of interest around Mondstadt lately -- Albedo.
Of course, any normal person would just ask them if they were planning anything of evil, but Rosaria was different. She understood that dark plans are born in silence and kept in the moonlight. Just like her.
She leans in closer, stomach pressed against the snow. Luck is on her side with this job, requiring exposure to these rigid conditions that match the icy feel of her vision. It feels normal. It feels like starving. Then -- Abruptly, the rock she had been leaning on so, nicely betrays her allowing her heel to slip. The Sister is then seen rolling down briefly before catching herself on her own feet and an awkward branch. In front of her target.
Her face is that of a deer in headlights. This was certainly not part of the job.
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