23rd of Summer, 511 AV Aehra raced down the street, frantically dodging passerby in her attempt to avoid the trio following her. Somewhere behind her-- ten, fifteen feet, there's no way to tell-- an older woman shouted in alarm; by the sounds of things, one of them had barreled into her and was being held up. Aehra granted herself a half-satisfied smirk before she sped up, desperately avoiding the same fate. Even if one of the boys was permanently delayed by the older woman, that still left two people chasing after her, and the girl had seemed the strongest of the three by far. Aehra twisted, narrowly avoiding a collision with a young boy carrying a basket and fish, and darted into an empty alleyway, not bothering to check what buildings she was finding shelter between. She collapsed backwards against a building, pressing her back against the cool wall. Her breath was coming heavily and raggedly, clawing out of her throat in the Bonesnapper's biting chill. She tensed against the sharp wind, so unwelcome on an otherwise warm day, and waited. After a second, the girl and boy darted past, their identical golden hair flying in the wind. Aehra only took a moment to collect herself, clenching and unclenching her fists briefly, before swinging out of the alley and back onto the street. She ran, feet pounding with a dull ache into the stone, and for just a second, she turned to look behind her in search of her two followers-- long enough, apparently, to slam into another body and be sent sprawling backwards. |