Mara
A sabbatical that's what Mara had chosen to call
her rather sudden departure from the city of Denver a little over a
month ago. She'd been out of touch, out of place...so she'd taken
another trip, disappeared for a while...and now she was back, wether it
was the winds of fate, her own choice, or random chance one could not be
certain. What mattered was she was back...
She'd already set up
shop depositing her gear in the Chantry once more, having taken up
residence in one of the few empty rooms remaining, she had duties to
attend too, but that would happen in time. More importantly she needed
money, and so for that she took to the streets.
Dressed in a
flowing and airy outfit of forest green Mara was playing to the crowds
in the early afternoon, dangerous and nerve wracking acrobatics were her
busking act of choice, her bare head skimming the surface of the hard
concrete sidewalk as she did flips, cartwheels and other intensive and
intriguing maneuvers with the aid of sword, stave, and rope.
Even the awakened of the world needed money afterall.
Grace
[Awareness? Notice Mara (or anybody?)]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 6, 6) ( success x 2 )
Lena Reilly
[[Pre-emptive Awareness ding, spec Uncanny Instincts!]]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 7, 9) ( success x 2 )
Grace
Waking
up this morning afternoon wasn't the trial most had been in the past...
what was it now, week? Most days lately had seen Grace's bleary-eyed
self slamming Amp to pry her eyes open and get it finished.
Whatever
it was really depended on the day. But Saturdays are days of rest,
right? And 2 in the afternoon is just the perfect time to wake up on a
day of rest.
She must have thought that it was Friday, for some
reason, and headed down to the Arts District for some heavily-needed
distraction with the art walk, but sadly, it was not yesterday.
There
were still people around, like always, but not the huge crowd (likely
for the best). A few of the sidewalk artists and buskers were still
around, good for some distraction at least. And Grace, dressed in jeans
and a tee shirt, her laptop bag slung across her back... Like always.
It
wasn't until she came across the (extremely impressive) acrobat that
she really stopped in her tracks though. The woman was talented enough
to get her to stop anyway, but that feeling lingered in the back of Grace's mind, of someone Talented.
Strange how words seemed so different now when she capitalized them in her thoughts...
Lena Reilly
Lena
loves getting out on the weekends. She spends so much time at the
clubs at night that she relishes the chance to get out, get some fresh
air and just enjoy being one person in the midst of a throng of
humanity. This weekend...more so. The girl has spent most of her time
this week at the hospital, holding to her promise to Sera to keep an eye
out there and let her know of any developments. Lena is entirely
familiar with spending an exceptional amount of time in hospitals and
while she knows it well--it fits like an old shoe--she doesn't like it
all that much.
And that's why she's out today; she really just
needs warmth and colors and something outside of the washed-out,
clinical, antisepticked world of the medical world. She's gone home for
a change of clothes and is dressed in a white baby doll T-Shirt with
the double-helmeted Daft Punk logo on the front, a pair of jeans and
sandals. For once her headphones aren't in (though they are of course
on her person) and she's walking along, just enjoying herself until
something pings.
One
of them is familiar; its a resonance she recognizes. The other, not so
much. She looks in that direction and smiles as she sees Grace,
crossing the street to come up. Mara's acrobatic skill draws an
impressed look from the Ecstatic before she looks over at Grace and
smiles warmly. "Hey, you."
Mara
[Distracted or no?]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5) ( fail )
Mara
It
had been to long, the mixture of Kata and dance, intertwined with the
art of the blade and the stave is something Mara had not had to rely on
in some time, the usually hotheaded woman had learned something of
discretion in the last few months. That and how not to blow all your
money at once. But now as she weaves the weighted rope around her body,
twisting and turning as the weight whistles through the air about her
she is lost in the purity of motion and action.
So lost that she
doesn't even feel the presence of two magi so close, so close that they
are standing amongst the small crowd of onlookers as Mara works to earn
their coin. Out of the corner of her eye she notes the two women meeting
but her only thought was.
'Don't walk away, don't walk away!'
[How impressive? Damn impressive]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 4 )
Grace
Grace noted Lena's presence before the 'hey, you' of course. She was like the very pulse of the crowd, and that came through in full, making her twist her head in the direction of it. Lena, good.
"Hey
yourself," she nodded. "Interesting, ah, performance yes?" she tilted
her head in Mara's direction, her arms crossed in front of her, she
couldn't easily point.
Lena Reilly
She smiles a
little bit, turning her attention back to the mixture of martial arts
and dance moves when Grace makes mention of it. The fluidity, the sheer
grace of Mara's movements clearly register high in the Ecstatic's
estimation. She gives a little nod in response to Grace's comment.
"It's
damned impressive. I bet she kills on the dance floor." Haha,
'kills.' with swords and staves and katas. She actually didn't mean it
as a pun, but it doesn't stop it from being there. Lena views Mara
appraisingly, as if sizing her up a little bit. Not tactically and not
aesthetically...more like trying to guess what kind of person she is
from the clues they have.
"How are things with you?" The words
said to Grace, of course, as she turns her attention back to the other.
"Everything going okay?"
Mara
Even Mara can only
keep such act's up for so long, the rope was the tail end of her act, it
might not be as dangerous, but with the scraps of colourful satin
fitted into the rope at equal distances and the sheer difficulty
involved controlling it as she moved, it was definitely the most
impressive. But all things must end, and so to does Mara's act, coming
out of a cart wheel she launches the weight into the air, waits for it
to come back down and kicks it against a tiny gong set up next to the
tray of change and loose bills, the strike of the gong has her standing,
bowing once and then offering a half assed salute to those present.
"Thank
you very much, that's it for now, but by all means, share the good
Karma, girls gotta eat after all." She stands there, chatting for a few
moments as money drops into the box and she keeps a watchful green eye
for potential looters. But when all is said and done she hunkers down
before the box and begins to count her take.
"Course I came in the
day after the artwalk." She shook her head with a chuckle, her lips
curled into a smirk as she checked a bill.
Grace
Grace
did chuckle at the 'kills on the dance floor' bit, imagining the woman
set loose in a dance hall. Oh the screams, the chaos...
And her
face falls a bit, when the conversation shifts, "Everything's going. I'm
on schedule, at least. First time in a long time for that. Is why I'm
here, you know? Rewarding myself."
She looked back at the martial
artist with a stern expression on her face that might be confused with
anger. Really, she was more trying to figure out the sheer physics of
this woman, amongst other things.
And then, it was over, with a
gong and a plea for money, and oh shit, money... Grace's mouth formed a
silent 'fuck' as she looked at nothing in particular. "Aha, well, I
don't really carry money around... Bad Karma for me!"
Lena Reilly
Lena
isn't a particularly inobservant person as a rule. And thus, she
catches the little falling of Grace's face from the chuckle into the
thoughts on how she's doing. Her lips purse a moment, though she nods.
"Well, that's good at least. It's always important to enjoy the
successes. But not so much beyond that?"
She follows Grace's gaze
to Mara when the acrobat finishes up and and signals a gong; Lena
offers some applause. Once people have cleared away from the offering
box she steps forward and slips a five into the box. She's not the
richest person on the planet but she is a performer herself (of a
fashion) and she knows what it's like to live as one. Keep the money
flowing through the arts communities and it's good for everyone.
"That's
pretty amazing," she says to Mara with a smile. It's one of those
warm, friendly kinds she gives when she first meets people. "How long
have you been performing like that?"
Mara
Mara is
looking at her take, counting things out, starting of course with the
Bills and working her way to the smaller change that was a common sight
for buskers. On good days Mara could knock someone out with all the
small change she ended up with, today though, she could probably only
stun someone.
Grace speaks of bad karma and that smirk is pulled
just a little tighter the woman looking up and tilting her head ever so
slightly at the woman. "Plastics great until you gotta pay someone other
then a corporation girl...but its all good."
And then another
fiver is dropped into her lap and the smirk becomes a pretty smile as
Mara looks up at Lena and picks up the bill between two long fingers,
turning it over deftly. "Like this?" She asks gesturing back over her
shoulder at her array of tools and shrugs. "Maybe...five six years?
Depending on who you talk to I've been doing it alot longer then that."
Cryptic
responses are a given with magi, and it seems at least in part, the
same is true for Mara. She looks between them as she pockets the bill.
Her gaze going to Grace. "Better buy your friend a drink, she just saved
you any bad mojo." A wink is offered in good humour before she
straightened out, before pulling one leg up behind her and stretching it
out, perfectly balanced.
Grace
"Um... I
got a weird text. Said 'he' was in the hospital, but it didn't seem like
the message was meant for me," she said, and her arms tightened around
her small frame a bit.
And Lena then went and embarrassed her a bit by being more-than-prepared to pay a busker.
Feathers
are ruffled further when Mara speaks of plastic being no good, except
to pay a corporation, as if Grace likes the idea of paying a
corporation. "I don't even like the idea of money at all. Unnecessary
evil if you ask me."
And there goes the kid, off in Idealism and Uniqueness, while she is
carrying plastic, and expensive toys. But in the back of her mind,
she's searching out an ATM, because it never hurts to be prepared...
Lena Reilly
Bad
karma is something Lena knows all about, even if it's not why she
deposited the money. She nods a little bit when Mara says she's doing
it five or six years. "Well, you're fantastic. I've seen my share of
performers in my time and you're already one of my favorites."
Grace
mentions a weird text, and that causes Lena's smile to drop. She knows
exactly what the other is talking about, and she sighs a little bit. A
reminder of what she's been up to the last half a week. "Yeah...that
would be, ah, one of our like-minded types. Have you met Pan? There
was a...dog attack. It's....he, Serafine and I ran into them in the
park when we happened to cross each other's paths. He got pretty badly
hurt, but he's at the hospital and recovering now.
Mara
It
might surprise both of them, but when the names of Pan and Serafine are
brought up that casual yet oddly disturbing stretching is kicked like a
bad habit, Mara's leg snaps back under her as her eyes widen in a
mixture of surprise and a tiny hint of worry.
"Pan and Serafine?"
She asks for confirmation as she looked speculatively between the two
women. "You mean Pancho? The ol priest right? And Sera of the fine
drugs, fine parties and freakin awesome hair?" She gestures to one side
of her head, sweeping a hand across it to indicate Serafine's half
shaved head.
"Shit me...Shows what happens when I go walkabout."
Grace
Pan.
Grace has heard the name, but has not yet met this person, and so the
emotion doesn't exactly rise quite so high, but a look of concern
crosses her face as Lena continues, halting, talking around the things
that cannot be said. "Dog, huh. Well, I'm glad he's okay."
She
looked back to Mara when the acrobat's body lunged in recognition of
those names. Didn't mean she was exactly to be trusted, though, and
Grace looked to Lena for cues on how to act.
This one didn't seem like the bad sort...
But
with 'dog' attacks, and the latest news from the 'net, it wouldn't pay
for the n00b to go opening her trap to someone she didn't know.
Lena Reilly
Her
attention immediately slides back to Mara when she asks after Pan and
Sera and...well, describes them to a T. She already had a feeling
someone in the area besides Grace was pinging for her and she had an
idea it was the street performer, but she didn't think that she
necessarily knew the others. Many mages are transitory by nature; they
come and go through society and Lena is one of those people. So when
Mara shows concern and shows that she knows their associates, Lena gives
her her full attention for the moment.
"That's them, yeah. You
must have gone on your walkabout before I arrived...I'm Lena." She
extends her hand to Mara. She's smiling, even if the conversation took a
turn toward the somber with talk of Pan's injuries. "It's nice to meet
you."
She looks at Grace a moment and shrugs lightly. As we've
covered before, Lena is a trusting sort...when she has evidence that
backs that trust up anyway.
Mara
"Mara good to
meet ya." She takes that hand and gives it a few good pumps before
offering it up to Grace as well. "Ol man must have done something
intense to piss of a dog...glad to hear he's gonna pull through though."
She offers as she looks from Lena to Grace curiously.
"I guess
your both new huh? There were only a few of us here last time I was in
town." She moves away once and if Grace decides to shake her hand,
moving to dump all of the money into a sock and then started to pack up
her gear. Apparently the show as over for the day.
"Wondered why
it was so dead at the....country club." The last two words were said
quickly, as if the young woman was catching herself and diverting her
words from what she meant to say..to something else entirely.
Grace
Picking
up from Lena that this one was 'okay' she gave Mara a smile, "Hey, I'm
Grace. I was probably wandering around here with my eyes shut last time
you were in town."
The hand is offered, and Grace clumsily
accepts, first with one hand, then the other when she realizes a left
hand and a right hand just aren't going to work together like she'd
hoped.
Lena Reilly
"Trust me, in this case it was
the dogs who instigated, not him." They all had their wounds they had
to lick after that incident, some more physical and others more
emotional. Lena puts her thumbs in her jeans pockets, banishing
memories of the aftermath from her mind for the moment.
"You've
been to the country club then?" A change of conversation from the dogs,
for the moment anyway. And that's just further reassurance from Lena
that Mara's good to talk to. Lena isn't stupid; the amount of trust she
extends is proportional to the amount if information she has to go on.
But the more evidence she has that trust is warranted, the more she is
willing to open up. "That's cool. Yeah, from what I understand it's
grown quite a bit recently. Who all was there when you were here
earlier?"
Mara
Mara is collection weapons, weapons
that unlike most performer's tools, look very real, and very very
dangerous. She rolls them up in a long canvas bag and then slings it
over one shoulder as she regards Grace with an appreciative eye. "Good
for you girl, welcome to the wide world, the Akashakarma always welcomes
its own." She offers the woman a smile before looking over at Lena.
"Not
many, actual residents before I took a powder pretty much constitute
me, and Shoshannah." She said as she stood up and picked up the coin
box, examined it for a moment, and then tossed it, letting it sail
through the air before landing in a garbage bin.
"I mean Pan was
the guy in charge, and I'm pretty sure Sera was in there too...but i
could be wrong, I was kinda out of the loop by the time I took off."
Lena Reilly
Soshanna
is another name that Lena knows, and better than she did at the
beginning of the week. She smiles when she hears the name--
And
that's when her phone goes off. She looks at it and sighs. "Sorry,"
she says apologetically. "I have to take this. It's work."
And
with a smile to the two, she slips away and sets the phone to her ear.
She'll be called away on a DJ emergency, filling in for someone at the
last moment. With a little wave to Mara and Grace, she's off into the
crowd.
Grace
Another welcome from another new
face. They always were happy to hear about the new one. Grace returned
the smile, and pondered the word Akashakarma for a bit.
And then, Lena was gone.
She
shifted her weight back and forth, those arms returned to hugging
herself. The woman's weaponry looked like it would slice through a dog.
And for once Grace wished her name had some bearing on her body...
"You've got ah... nice weapons."
Mara
A hand is held in the air in silent farewell as Lena suddenly takes her leave, and then it is simply Mara and Grace.
Mara
for her part is at ease, comfortable and casual as she stands with one
hip swayed to the side and her arms free beside her as she looks over
her shoulder to the canvas bag and shrugged. "Thanks, heirlooms of
another lifetime." She said it like it was no big deal, or perhaps more
like it was a deal she prefered not to brag about.
"I prefer my
body to any blade, stave, or bar stool though. She holds up a hand with a
smile. "Someones gotta get pretty drastic to take this away from you
after all."
She quickly looks Grace up and down before tilting her
head to the side. "Lets take a walk." She offers, gesturing forward
downt he street as she asked. "So, you on a team yet Grace? Or are you
still finding your path?"
Grace
The walk is
accepted, and Grace appears to pay attention to everything and nothing
as she does so, those eyes shifting from thing to thing like the world
is fascinating, but only for so long...
"A team? Oh... Kind of,
sort of," she says, "at least I'm trying to find a place on a team."
It's cryptic, but then, they have to be a bit cryptic, don't they?
"My
path is fairly well laid, I'm afraid." The woman's tools do not look
like her own. From her estimation, Mara is not on her 'team' per-se.
Mara
"Nothing
wrong with a well laid path so long as the scenery is good." Mara's
smirk returns as she moves along, entirely non-pulsed by the fact that
Grace was already on a team, if she had been trying to recruit, she
isn't to upset by failing. "Mind if I ask what path you follow?" She
inquires because she is curious, the woman to incognito, her path not
writ upon her features so one has to do such things.
"I'm with
the brotherhood, you know...from out east." She offers with that little
smirk. "Wouldn't have been my first pick had I had the choice...but it
suits well enough."
Grace
"Oh, sure, the
brotherhood," Grace said, "Yeah, truth is, I don't know a lot of the
team names yet. Doesn't mean much to me. You don't look much like a
'brother' though," she said with a kind of chuckle.
"I'm
kind-of-sort-of with the adepts," she answered, "Though I think I'm
being probation-ed, monitored so as to be sure I'm on the up-and-up so
to speak."
Mara
"You know my sensei says the same
damn thing all the time." Mara chuckled as they moved along through the
crowd, blending in with humanity in all its guises. "Good thing hes all
the way up in canada and my ass is down here in that case."
She
gets a response at that and nods, looking at Grace one more time in
consideration before speaking. "Yeah some of them aint to trusting, but
its understandable. All kinds of folks out here pulling all sorts of
tricks, even with newbs." She blinks and looks at Grace quickly. "I
don't mean it like that of course...newcomers would be better right?"
Her smirk grows into a proper smile as she takes them around a corner,
out of the main thoroughfare so that they have more space, and fewer
prying ears.
"That workin out for you?"
Grace
Grace chuckled, "No, no, newb is fine." More than fine, in fact. It seemed Mara knew some lingo.
And
Mara rounded the corner, thankfully. "It's working. I've got
connections now, and some interesting plans," she got a little more
serious at that point, her face not quite as happy. "I know why they're
being careful with me. I guess they have to. New faces in their crowd
can switch sides so easily."
Mara
"Like a spy in a
cold war movie." Mara agree's with a nod and takes them away from the
crowd, heading towards a little run down parkette which, for the moment
appeared empty. "Half the time it isn't even a conscious thing. They
get all up in your head change your wiring around and bam. Your the
newest Bourne agent or something." Mara shrugs, like it was a fact of
life.
"Last time I was here I got cornered by a couple of the
black hats and I thought that was exactly what was gonna happen to me.
Luckily..it didn't funny freaks wanted to broker an alliance to deal
with this kid, thankfully we didn't have to make that deal with the
devil."
The Parkette is reached and Mara steps onto the grass and
goes to pull off the performance slippers she was wearing, letting her
toes dig into the grass with a contented sigh as she continued walking.
"Don't take it personal, its just the wider world we live in."
Grace
Grace's
face turned ashen for a bit as Mara just carelessly rattled off what
might be her fate. Messing around with her 'wiring'.
"I get it. I've heard enough of them to kind of understand what I'm up against. Not cool."
For
a while, at least, Grace knew she'd have to depend on the kindness of
strangers like Mara, to look out for her and keep those black hats and
dogs and whatever else away. The community was important because it
meant safety...
Mara
Mara see's that ashen look on
Grace's face and her lips thin, an apologetic look flashing across her
features before she gently punches the other woman in the arm and
chuckles.
"But hey, the upsides seriously outweigh the down. The
world really is our oyster at this point in the game girl. The powers
cosmic and all time space and reality are ours to control...if we feel
like it." She pauses and tilts her head slowly to the side with an
implicit meaning. "Annnd of course protect it, in our own way." She
chuckles as she find a bench and flops out on it, leaving enough space
for Grace to take a seat if she wishes.
"So whats your deal Grace? Whats your great hope?"
Grace
"Oh, me? I just want to live to see the world change," she smirked. "Help it get there."
"I
believe in the future still. Some of my friends disagree, they say it's
all downhill from here, and the best we can do is escape. I don't buy
that."
"All it takes is one viral idea. Somewhere, someone's going
to come up with something they can't control, and it'll break all the
rules. Like money, right? What if everyone realized money to be the scam
that it really is? It gets devalued, nobody needs it anymore..."
"It's
coming," she said, cryptically as usual. "I can see it. In fact, it's
already happening. I think, personally, that They're scared."
Mara
Grace's words bring a smile to Mara's lips, even if the look is slightly doubtful.
"I
admire your spunk, i aint some old hat at this mind ya, I just...well I
gotta different view on things, how it all works out in the end ya
know? Don't have much choice when I got an old man jabberin away in the
back of my skull with all his fortune cookie bullshit."
Mara pulled the canvas bag from behind her then, pulling it over her shoulder and just setting it next to her on the bench.
"But I fuckin hope your right. Somethings gotta break the cycle sometime."
Grace
"Even Rome fell," she said, plopping down on the bench with her own bag. "It won't last forever. Give me 50 years."
And
she says that like it'll be all her work too, but what she really means
is that she figures it'll be all said and done by then... whatever
change happens, happens in the span of a lifetime. And she wants to live
to see it.
"What's your view then?"
Mara
Mara
was silent for a few moments before she looked over at Grace, giving
her a good long look. She'd said she could see change in the next 50
years, that the war would be over, enlightenment would be everyone's.
"Cycles...were
in a cycle girl, like a spin wash going round and round. Sometimes we
got dirt on us, sometimes were clean as a whistle...but the cycle just
keeps going. Rome fell yeah? So did the USSR, so did Japan, but other
places, other people just rise up and take over." She shrugged.
"Gotta break the cycle, just breaking the current problem set? That ain't gonna solve the long term issue."
Grace
"Yes.
I hear you. Get rid of the ability for people to hold power over
others. But it's gotta be systemic, right? You've got to remove the very
essence of control."
Grace looked out over the sky, her eyes tracing the shapes of clouds.
"It's
going to hurt at first. People don't know how to be. That's where they
stand the most chance of taking up the reigns again. I've got a story
about that..."
Mara
"More like you'd have to get rid of the reigns all together." Mara offered in return and chuckled at Grace's offer of a story.
"You
and Ghoa Tzi both." She leaned back then, letting one hand fall over
the back of the bench as she let out a gentle sigh and closed her eyes,
letting herself relax.
"Whats gotta happen? Is people like us? Just keep tryin...somethings gotta give eventually."
Grace
"What's
gotta happen is that people have to lay down all the bullshit. The ties
that keep them bound. Like, people are so afraid to lose their jobs,
afraid about the economy and shit, well, the economy goes bye-bye, and
then what? People freak out, because they don't know how to be without a
9 to 5, you see?"
"The reigns comfort us. But it's all meaningless slavery. Doesn't have to be like this."
Mara
"Guess
we'll have to wait and see what the ending has in store for us right?"
Mara grins at that nodding a few times as she looks around the parkette.
"You
met any other folks who are new to the city?" She asks casually. "Like i
said before, I've been outta Denver for the last month or so...figured
there must be some others who popped up in that time."
Grace
"Ahh,
well... Lena, heh. There's also Hawksley, he's kinda... in your face.
But he likes books. And there's Sid, she's nice. I don't know if you
know them or not, but there's that."
She stretches her neck with a few loud pops and a sigh. Been strained a bit lately perhaps?
Mara
Mara
listens as Grace's neck pops and strains, a sound that she likely
rarely had to deal with. She looks over at Grace with a curious look and
said. "You should really get yourself into a yoga class girl, I know it
sounds cheesy as shit...but it'll help that stress, and the tight
muscles."
She considers the list of names and that little smirk
flitters across her lips once more and she nods. "I know Sid, much as
she might not wanna know me. The Hawksley guy though....thats a new
one." She muses on that for a moment, her hand reaching up to run along
the smooth plane of her skull.
"You need some help with those kinks?"
Grace
Hah, yoga? Grace would die. Lihiterally die. It would be less than pretty. She just needed a good neck pillow, yeah.
"Uh, help? No... no, I'm fine. Just been staring at my monitor too long. The neck strain. You understand."
Mara
Mara
shrugged at that, once again non-pulsed by the fact that Grace didn't
need her help. "Your call girl, I just know more then a little about how
the human body works. Figured I'd offer." She rolls her own neck about,
the movement fluid and perhaps just a ittle more flexible then normal.
"Seriously
though....I get the whole, transcend the flesh thing...but for now. All
we got is the flesh were in. Gotta keep it in workin order or you aint
gonna be able to transcend the next door you come across."
Grace
"True,
just... " touching isn't really her thing. Would make her more tense,
would make her up and leave, and that would be awkward as hell.
"Heheh, there is no door. Except when you run into it," she giggled at her own joke.
Mara
Mara
chuckles too and shakes her head. "Well keep that sense of humour girl,
seriously. It will help you aaalot." Mara nods as she considers her
watch and frowns.
"Alright...fun as this is? I gotta hoof it back
to the Chantry, I have some duties to take care of there that I've been
neglecting for oh....about a month and a half." Mara chuckles as she
moves to rise, pulling the canvas bag over her shoulder once more and
turned to Grace, offering her a half assed salute.
"See you round girl...you keep safe alright?"
Grace
"I'll
try to stay away from dogs," she said, taking this as a cue to leave,
herself, she packed on the laptop bag and stood. "And black hats."
"Was nice meeting you," she gave a smile to Mara in farewell.
Mara
"You
too Grace." At that Mara turns and starts to hoof it...its only a few
steps before shes actually running, maybe she really meant it when she
said she had to hoof it back to the Chantry.
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