Qhora stopped mid-stride and stared as the bloodied, swollen lalafell woman tripped in through the city gates. Everyone else was staring. At least everyone who wasn't trying to help. Staring seemed like the thing to do.
Qhora's focus went to the panicking woman's belly. She sighed to herself, muttering under her breath something about "the world that does that to you." She waved a hand dismissively and slipped into the shadows.
Not much later, Qhora found herself walking down the road to Crescent Cove, fishing rod lazily balanced over one shoulder, when she came upon the scene of the incident. She stopped to watch among a small crowd that had gathered as investigators were making the first attempts to clear the scene. As the past violence became more and more clear, Qhora slowly grinned, then burst out laughing. One of the investigators, his expression pale, looked up at her, and several of her loitering partners took steps to back away from her. She shrugged, then turned to continue down the road, whistling out of tune.
Qhora's focus went to the panicking woman's belly. She sighed to herself, muttering under her breath something about "the world that does that to you." She waved a hand dismissively and slipped into the shadows.
Not much later, Qhora found herself walking down the road to Crescent Cove, fishing rod lazily balanced over one shoulder, when she came upon the scene of the incident. She stopped to watch among a small crowd that had gathered as investigators were making the first attempts to clear the scene. As the past violence became more and more clear, Qhora slowly grinned, then burst out laughing. One of the investigators, his expression pale, looked up at her, and several of her loitering partners took steps to back away from her. She shrugged, then turned to continue down the road, whistling out of tune.
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