She had been feeling anti-social that day, really anti-social. Yulia figured that the best way to avoid everyone--meaning the War Hounds and everyone closely associated with her blade--was to go someplace they would least expect her to be.

And that, at the moment, was the lake at Falner's North District. She'd been there only a handful of times, and never on her own terms, so it was one of those rare places that no one would (probably) think to look for her.

The place would usually make her want to gag at the couples walking hand in hand, or kissing when they think no one is watching. There wasn't a lot of people at the lake right now, however, save for that one kid skipping stones on the lake. (Okay, so it was the one stone, but still).

She was quiet enough not to be noticed, so she'll stay by the tree she's standing under with the unlit cigarette between her lips.

(Cutting back on the cigarettes?)
Not really.
(So you are being lazy.)
...Eh.

There is a soft chuckle in her head from her sister. She could manifest right now, if she wanted to, but perhaps Anya also wanted to give the kid a little space. One Bostova in the area is enough, or something.