The shop had reeked of magic so strongly she swore she could still feel it on her clothes after she left. It had been the fourth one she had visited, but the first where Sira had been confident that she could find answers. The others had been full of snake oils and charmers, no one who had the keen eye that Godfry'd had, none who seemed caught by the why more than the what as he. She could respect someone who acted out of intrigue for a puzzle, who yearned to know more.
But f#@% if the....things in his shop didn't creep her the hell out. The talking heads, the brain in the jar that followed her every move....the teapot with spider legs! Not that she's afraid of spiders or anything, but when he asked her if she wanted tea out of the thing...!" She'd already been at the point where she wanted to run away. She was glad she had remained.
She stepped away from the shop keeping a wary eye on the shadows. She had said once that she swore she could see faces staring back out at her, and that she thought she had been going crazy. Ever since her extended time in the Dream she thought they must be the same watchers she sometimes felt there. Just like when they watched her flounder in the dark place, she both felt insecure with the observation and certain they were merely....curious.
Still, she hated to be watched.
Sira was reflecting on the conversation with the....She wasn't entirely sure what Godfry was. Outwardly human, but that meant little in this city. Some kind of magic user, though his shop implied alchemist. She wasn't sure if one could be both of those things. There was a period of time when she was new to Rhydin and she had dabbled with a little alchemy, but that is a story for another time. It was another thing she could respect. These thoughts bounced around in her mind as she headed north towards the city walls and home.
Godfry had suggested looking for more spikes, Sira had insisted on waiting until the next day. She'd hit her threshold of magic and weird, and there was something about him that she just didn't like. She couldn't put her finger on it.
She almost didn't hear the soft footsteps behind her.
At first she did nothing but keep walking. They didn't sound human, but rather like a dog. In this town that didn't necessarily mean a friendly pup. It could easily be a wolf or worse. She darted down a familiar alley and was off running by the second step in. When in doubt look for high ground. By the time she got to the—thankfully closed—dumpster she had angled her messenger bag so it wouldn't unbalance her too much when she vaulted herself up. Next step would have been to catch the ladder to the fire escape, but she caught sight of her stalker.
A white fox sitting at the mouth of the alley.
Sira let out a huff of air that she'd drawn in for the jump she would have needed to make, which now felt unnecessary. She was certain it was the same fox who had been following her. The same fox who had found her in a very different alley where she could have died. She still wasn't sure how she had ended up inside her apartment, unless the fox was some sort of shifter"
It had always been hard for her to feel farther than a few arm lengths away from herself with her threads of thought, even harder since her mind was a mess. The thread she stretched out was as delicate as a dusty old cob web, so fragile she was sure it would snap before reaching the fox, but somehow it did. She'd yet to be able to do more than sense the presence of thought at this distance, and one swipe was all it took for her to be sure the fox was in fact, just a fox.
"But you're not, are you?" She asked the fox from her perch. She was loathe to give up her lofty escape just yet. "I would really like you to stop following me around."
The fox only stared at her. One if his ears twitched and he lolled his tongue out. He looked friendly.
Sira frowned. After a minute passed and the fox seemed content to just watch, she turned back to the fire escape. A quick leap and she had caught the bottom rung of the ladder. She climbed the ladder spryly, then after one quick glance to make sure the fox hadn't moved, she was up the fire escape just as quick. From that rooftop she could access the next building, and then another....She could make it almost to the city wall before she'd need to descend.
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The fox watched Sira's climb without moving more than his head. He could have followed easily if he needed to, however this time he merely let her go.
After all, the command he was obeying wasn't to follow her. It was to keep him away.
Speaking of the man, he waited for the nimble woman to disappear from sight over the top of the fire escape before he stepped from the shadows.
The fox's ear flicked again and he looked at the man. He looked like he was laughing.
"You can't keep this up forever," the man told the fox. "Your master cannot keep her from me forever. Sooner or later she's going to discover the truth, and there will nothing left to protect."
When the fox didn't react he turned to walk away. He looked back over his shoulder.
"That is if the boy doesn't succeed this time. He has something planned, and I won't complain if he kills her after all."
The shadows reclaimed him.
The fox stood guard.
But f#@% if the....things in his shop didn't creep her the hell out. The talking heads, the brain in the jar that followed her every move....the teapot with spider legs! Not that she's afraid of spiders or anything, but when he asked her if she wanted tea out of the thing...!" She'd already been at the point where she wanted to run away. She was glad she had remained.
She stepped away from the shop keeping a wary eye on the shadows. She had said once that she swore she could see faces staring back out at her, and that she thought she had been going crazy. Ever since her extended time in the Dream she thought they must be the same watchers she sometimes felt there. Just like when they watched her flounder in the dark place, she both felt insecure with the observation and certain they were merely....curious.
Still, she hated to be watched.
Sira was reflecting on the conversation with the....She wasn't entirely sure what Godfry was. Outwardly human, but that meant little in this city. Some kind of magic user, though his shop implied alchemist. She wasn't sure if one could be both of those things. There was a period of time when she was new to Rhydin and she had dabbled with a little alchemy, but that is a story for another time. It was another thing she could respect. These thoughts bounced around in her mind as she headed north towards the city walls and home.
Godfry had suggested looking for more spikes, Sira had insisted on waiting until the next day. She'd hit her threshold of magic and weird, and there was something about him that she just didn't like. She couldn't put her finger on it.
She almost didn't hear the soft footsteps behind her.
At first she did nothing but keep walking. They didn't sound human, but rather like a dog. In this town that didn't necessarily mean a friendly pup. It could easily be a wolf or worse. She darted down a familiar alley and was off running by the second step in. When in doubt look for high ground. By the time she got to the—thankfully closed—dumpster she had angled her messenger bag so it wouldn't unbalance her too much when she vaulted herself up. Next step would have been to catch the ladder to the fire escape, but she caught sight of her stalker.
A white fox sitting at the mouth of the alley.
Sira let out a huff of air that she'd drawn in for the jump she would have needed to make, which now felt unnecessary. She was certain it was the same fox who had been following her. The same fox who had found her in a very different alley where she could have died. She still wasn't sure how she had ended up inside her apartment, unless the fox was some sort of shifter"
It had always been hard for her to feel farther than a few arm lengths away from herself with her threads of thought, even harder since her mind was a mess. The thread she stretched out was as delicate as a dusty old cob web, so fragile she was sure it would snap before reaching the fox, but somehow it did. She'd yet to be able to do more than sense the presence of thought at this distance, and one swipe was all it took for her to be sure the fox was in fact, just a fox.
"But you're not, are you?" She asked the fox from her perch. She was loathe to give up her lofty escape just yet. "I would really like you to stop following me around."
The fox only stared at her. One if his ears twitched and he lolled his tongue out. He looked friendly.
Sira frowned. After a minute passed and the fox seemed content to just watch, she turned back to the fire escape. A quick leap and she had caught the bottom rung of the ladder. She climbed the ladder spryly, then after one quick glance to make sure the fox hadn't moved, she was up the fire escape just as quick. From that rooftop she could access the next building, and then another....She could make it almost to the city wall before she'd need to descend.
—————
The fox watched Sira's climb without moving more than his head. He could have followed easily if he needed to, however this time he merely let her go.
After all, the command he was obeying wasn't to follow her. It was to keep him away.
Speaking of the man, he waited for the nimble woman to disappear from sight over the top of the fire escape before he stepped from the shadows.
The fox's ear flicked again and he looked at the man. He looked like he was laughing.
"You can't keep this up forever," the man told the fox. "Your master cannot keep her from me forever. Sooner or later she's going to discover the truth, and there will nothing left to protect."
When the fox didn't react he turned to walk away. He looked back over his shoulder.
"That is if the boy doesn't succeed this time. He has something planned, and I won't complain if he kills her after all."
The shadows reclaimed him.
The fox stood guard.