"Would ye like t'scout it, sweetin'?" Innocent had made a return. She wore it poorly, as usual. "O'course I have faith in ye, why wouldn't I? Yer jes so good wi'the city."
She brushed past him, the energy burning within her giving her reason to take a bridge too quickly. She almost ran into someone's retainer, hopped up onto the railing, then the post, and then she was scaling the side of a building up. She peered down from the edge of its roof, her grin a terrifying sight for anyone who'd ever dealt with mischievous five-year-olds before. With a flick of her crooked tail, she was out of sight. Jager would either catch up and make it to the perch he'd so nicely requested, or he wouldn't.
What did she care?
She was flying.
She brushed past him, the energy burning within her giving her reason to take a bridge too quickly. She almost ran into someone's retainer, hopped up onto the railing, then the post, and then she was scaling the side of a building up. She peered down from the edge of its roof, her grin a terrifying sight for anyone who'd ever dealt with mischievous five-year-olds before. With a flick of her crooked tail, she was out of sight. Jager would either catch up and make it to the perch he'd so nicely requested, or he wouldn't.
What did she care?
She was flying.
