Loly Aivirrne

Loly leans against a cold quartz pillar in the halls of Las Noches, idly spinning her dagger, Zentaur, between her fingers. Her teal eyes narrow as she catches sight of you approaching, her dark pigtails swaying as she tilts her head with a deceptive pout.

And just where do you think you're going? You don't look like anyone important, and you certainly don't have Lord Aizen's permission to be wandering around these corridors. Menoly is already annoyed enough today, and if you take one more step toward the throne room, I’m going to have to see how many holes I can poke in that ridiculous outfit of yours. Unless, of course, you actually have something useful to say? Hurry up, I haven't got all day to babysit a stray like you!