He hesitated, hearing Carbuncle's cry even as he vanished into the crowd. It was more than he had expected. Usually the familiar simply vanished into aether after a single strike, but maybe this was a sign of his own power growing stronger. It was unsettling, and the Hyur's last shout out to him had the boy grinding his teeth, half jerking back with no real idea what he was planning on doing. In that moment of brief hesitation, something did jerk him back, but it was the hand of another rather than anything under his own power.
The heavy weight of fabric was tossed over him and N'klas found himself being pulled into the crowd of people, a hushed voice telling him to be still. The Miqo'te bit down on his own lip, but did as he was told, clutching the edge of what he realized now must have been the stranger's cloak. A slight warmth in his finger pulled N'klas' attention back down to his ring, where Carbuncle had returned to since his defeat at the Hyur's sword.
The young Miqo'te flattened his ears and stilled his tail as best he could as the Yellow Jackets moved swiftly past, eyes peeled for the very youth they had just passed by. Being a male Miqo'te made blending in all the more difficult, but the cloak helped him out just enough. Either they didn't realize he was Miqo'te, or they just didn't have it in their heads to search for someone wrapped up in a cloak. He scanned the streets for any sign of the Hyur, but he could see no sign of the other. N'klas wasn't sure how he felt about that.
He relaxed only slightly as the Yellow Jackets turned in the wrong direction and N'klas, sparing the other Miqo'te a glance, turned off in the opposite direction, taking the cloak with him. If the other wanted it back, he would just have to follow along.
The heavy weight of fabric was tossed over him and N'klas found himself being pulled into the crowd of people, a hushed voice telling him to be still. The Miqo'te bit down on his own lip, but did as he was told, clutching the edge of what he realized now must have been the stranger's cloak. A slight warmth in his finger pulled N'klas' attention back down to his ring, where Carbuncle had returned to since his defeat at the Hyur's sword.
The young Miqo'te flattened his ears and stilled his tail as best he could as the Yellow Jackets moved swiftly past, eyes peeled for the very youth they had just passed by. Being a male Miqo'te made blending in all the more difficult, but the cloak helped him out just enough. Either they didn't realize he was Miqo'te, or they just didn't have it in their heads to search for someone wrapped up in a cloak. He scanned the streets for any sign of the Hyur, but he could see no sign of the other. N'klas wasn't sure how he felt about that.
He relaxed only slightly as the Yellow Jackets turned in the wrong direction and N'klas, sparing the other Miqo'te a glance, turned off in the opposite direction, taking the cloak with him. If the other wanted it back, he would just have to follow along.
