Confusion...
There was smoke in the distance. The view was from the bow of a small ship as it sailed further from the coast. The plume was seen clearly from the edge of the rail before sinking slowly to the deck. A worm's eye view from the floor. Dark shapes gathered round from above as familiar voices called out their distress.
Anxiety...
A tall manor at night with windows aglow from candle light. Two figures block the light from the top floor and embrace before slinking below view. "A waste of time! Why delay your duties for personal trysts?!"
Consternation...
A windowless gaelor's cell where another familiar yet shadowed figure lay upon a stiff cot. "Stupid girl, what has she done now?"
Surprise...
Fighting below the streets against an unexpected foe in defense of an equally unexpected ally.
Contentment...
As the dust began to settle in the familiar back roads of the city, it was evident that there could have been no other way. The job was done, disaster averted yet again. She could not have done better herself.
Light. Blinding light. And tapping. Prodding. Coatleque awoke with a start and shielded her eyes from the morning sunlight that was now pouring over the goblet. A rather indignant Blade was pushing on her shoulder with the toe of his boot. "Oy! No vagrancy! Get cher arse up b'fore I toss ye in a cell!"
Her head pounding, she groaned and nodded in compliance before trying to right herself. She had no memory of the last night beyond when she exchanged the soul stones in her office. Momentary panic set in before her hand shot to her pockets to find the stone still on her person. There was a sigh of relief before she finally made to stand and address the Blade. A mistake. Her head spun and dinner decided it was time to leave in the most expedient way possible. Her eyes grew wide before turning abruptly around and leaning over the side of the walkway they were on.
Luckily for her it was still early in the day and nobody was below them. The Blade tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for her to compose herself. Not particularly caring of her physical well being, and content that she could walk her way out of here herself, he grunted and pointed in the direction of the gates. "Best be gone before I come round again. You 'ear me!?" She slumped back to the ground and winced in the sunlight before nodding. A few minutes later she could finally stand without wretching and began plodding back towards the city.
There was smoke in the distance. The view was from the bow of a small ship as it sailed further from the coast. The plume was seen clearly from the edge of the rail before sinking slowly to the deck. A worm's eye view from the floor. Dark shapes gathered round from above as familiar voices called out their distress.
Anxiety...
A tall manor at night with windows aglow from candle light. Two figures block the light from the top floor and embrace before slinking below view. "A waste of time! Why delay your duties for personal trysts?!"
Consternation...
A windowless gaelor's cell where another familiar yet shadowed figure lay upon a stiff cot. "Stupid girl, what has she done now?"
Surprise...
Fighting below the streets against an unexpected foe in defense of an equally unexpected ally.
Contentment...
As the dust began to settle in the familiar back roads of the city, it was evident that there could have been no other way. The job was done, disaster averted yet again. She could not have done better herself.
***
Light. Blinding light. And tapping. Prodding. Coatleque awoke with a start and shielded her eyes from the morning sunlight that was now pouring over the goblet. A rather indignant Blade was pushing on her shoulder with the toe of his boot. "Oy! No vagrancy! Get cher arse up b'fore I toss ye in a cell!"
Her head pounding, she groaned and nodded in compliance before trying to right herself. She had no memory of the last night beyond when she exchanged the soul stones in her office. Momentary panic set in before her hand shot to her pockets to find the stone still on her person. There was a sigh of relief before she finally made to stand and address the Blade. A mistake. Her head spun and dinner decided it was time to leave in the most expedient way possible. Her eyes grew wide before turning abruptly around and leaning over the side of the walkway they were on.
Luckily for her it was still early in the day and nobody was below them. The Blade tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for her to compose herself. Not particularly caring of her physical well being, and content that she could walk her way out of here herself, he grunted and pointed in the direction of the gates. "Best be gone before I come round again. You 'ear me!?" She slumped back to the ground and winced in the sunlight before nodding. A few minutes later she could finally stand without wretching and began plodding back towards the city.
