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[Leda]

Leda 56th of Spring Close to Midnight Not far from the Herald's Arms Somehow, Leda had thought that if she knew she had drunk too much, if she was in full knowledge of her intoxication and the resulting disarray which might occur, she would have the presence of mind not to do anything too out of ordinary, to 'act' sober as it were. Of course, that is not quite how alcohol and its effects on the body work and, somehow, even though Leda knew full well that what she was doing was strange, her alcohol-addled brain told her that if she didn't do whatever she wished to do then, she might not have another chance to do it. It was with these thoughts passing by her head that she found herself trying to clamber the wall of the city, by the water pump, again and again, never getting more than a foot off the floor at any point. "If a man may climb a mountain, then a woman may climb a wall." she murmured, whispering gently to the cold, cold stone with a little laugh, "Even if she has no reason for doing so. Then again, no man ever has any real reason for climbing a mountain, does he? Why would anyone want to climb a mountain - even if it is beautiful?" She pondered this openly, her words a lot less slurred than her mind. Her voice clear and concise in spite of the effects that the ale had had on her. She knew that she wasn't like other people when drunk, at which point she was usually more hyperactive than anything else. Anyway, she would not have drunk so much usually, but it had been a good day for business in the Grand Bazaar and all but one of her drinks had been bought for her by some good-natured gentleman or other. Giving up on the wall (she would just have to grow wings later on in the day and fly to the top of the wall) she turned to look at the other people who were slowly lurching out of the bars with a smile for most of them looked a lot worse off than her. Yes, she was thinking nonsensically, but at least she was walking relatively straight and the earth seemed flat. "Oy! Darlin'... you forgot something." Leda looked up with raised eyebrows at the shout close to her and sat down on a bench, not seeing where it had come from until a visibly completely plastered man lurched into view, "How about a kiss then?" Leda laughed and shook her head, but followed this almost straight away with a frown. "I tend only to kiss people who can stand up straight of their own accord." she retorted. The man's friend came into view and, a little less plastered, coaxed him away. By and large, Leda was left largely alone after their departure. The streets were far from quiet, as a large percentage of customers were now leaving the taverns, but they were going off in the opposite direction. With a little moue, Leda lent back over the bench, arching her back like a backwards cat. She didn't think she'd ever felt quite so flexible, as light as a feather, and she hardly felt the rush of blood to her head.

[Kyra]

Kyra had just finished another job and was headed home for the night. The life of a spy, she learned, was very different from what she was used to doing. The young kelvic had been a busker, working as a magician's assistant, then working as a mercenary for the Ravok army, to living alone in the forest and hunting for food daily. She had a very physical life style and it seemed that she was always on her feet for one reason or another.

But her new life was very different, being a spy wasn't exactly the physical type of work, as least not in the amount that she was used to dealing with. In fact, so far, she hadn't had the need to use a weapon period. Her eyes and her ears were her key tools to use now, that and her ability to remain unnoticed, and being the center of attention when she needed to be. All and all, it was a better job, and Kyra didn't feel like she was working much at all.

The young girl stepped likely as she moved down the path way, her long blondish hair twisted into a single ponytail that laid across her left shoulder. The dark red blouse that she wore fit snug into the curves of her torso and the black skirt accentuated her hips well enough. The kelvic's trusty katana was sheathed and carried from a strap across her back. It was true that she didn't need to carry it as much inside the city, but she had taking a liking to it and carried it with her often.

Kyra headed into the area where the taverns were located, as it was on the way to where her apartment was. She hadn't planned on staying, or even talking to anyone but there was something that caught her eye. A woman was trying futilely to climb up the city wall. This may have seemed odd to most in the city, but Kyra was amused by the sight of it.

Being a leopard kelvic, Kyra had spent time in the forest climbing trees herself, and in her time in Ravok, she had scaled the walls of a building at least twice. But this was a bit different, there were no window layers, or creases in brick for the woman to pull herself up with. There were no landings or ledges for her to stand on, so it begged the question, if she made it up, where would she go?

Kyra was interested, but before she could walk over and join her, the woman had stopped, and Kyra was suddenly engulfed with people, all appearing from the entrances of the taverns. The smell of alcohol was thick and even the smell of something else wafted into her nose. The young kelvic tried to twist and turn her way through the newly formed crowd and make her way to the other side. A sudden yelp slipped from her lips as she felt her rear flesh pinched, and quickly spun around to look behind her. The smell of alcohol was even thicker now, almost drowning the girl in it's stench. "What an awful smell.."

She stumbled through the rest of the crowd, but not without suffering yet another pinch before she was out on the other side. Kyra paused, spinning around and stamping her boot into the ground as she clenched her fist by her sides. "Stop!..it!" she hissed in a lowered tone.

[Leda]

Leda Leda leaned backwards a little more over the bench and opened her eyes wide. For a minute, she was immobile, letting her limbs slowly freeze over so that they felt almost wholly detached from her body. Maybe this was what it was like to be paralysed... or dead. As a child, sailing the seas, they had had a dog, who war really very good at 'playing dead'. Sometimes Leda, at the hyperactive age of seven, would have copied it - rolling onto her back and sticking her legs and arms stiffly up into the air, immoveable for a couple of minutes. Sometimes it was the only way for her mother to quieten her down. That had been many years ago of course, and she didn't think she had so 'played dead' since the age of nine. Now, she wondered if she still could. Leda felt her body sink, her back starting to feel sore against the cold stone of the bench, but she didn't move at once. She was the dead dog now, the beached whale, the carcass of a horse in the desert lands. But the blood rushing to her head was starting to give her a headache and so she sat up, very suddenly, almost leaving her senses behind in the upside down position. She leaned to the side and rested her chin on her knee and it was then that she noticed a young woman. Possibly the only sober young woman in the vicinity, with very blonde hair. Leda watched her with a passing interest and wondered if she was going to start a fight. The woman certainly looked rather angry, but perhaps that was only to be expected after emerging from such a crowd. Leda was happy that she had left earlier than the rest, for coming out in a crush tended to be a rather bad idea. Firstly, one could fall over and be knocked by the stampede. Thirdly... wait, no, secondly... one could get groped and that was unpleasant at the best of times but especially so when a little inebriated and unable to defend oneself. Thirdly, you could have your pockets picked and though she had nothing much of any value, Leda did not fancy coming home to find her hard-earned cash missing. Leda leaned to her side a bit further and brought her legs up onto the bench next to her, resting her elbow on the bench and resting her chin into the cup of her hand, ready to watch the scene which might or might not unfold. However, in her intoxication, her balance was not exactly perfect and she tipped backwards a little and slipped off the bench. Lying in the ground, she was momentarily shocked to find herself there and blinked a few times before sitting up with a frown. "Oh. Petch." It looked like she had ripped her blouse at the sleeve, around her shoulder, and she really could not afford to buy a new one. Oh well, if she ripped the other side to match, she supposed it would look rather cute.

[Kyra]

Kyra stared into the crowd, her golden eyes widen as they searched for the perpetrator, or perpetrators who had just wronged her. They had to be there, still skulking about and watching her. They had to be, it didn't make sense for someone to grope and continue on as if they had done a simple pat on the shoulder. No, that didn't seem right to her, they were still there, likely looking for a bed warmer for the night. "I know you're here you cad.." she hissed again as she watched the people walking by.

Some of the drunken walkers stopped and looked at her, but no one said anything. They were all too intoxicated to make any sense of what the young girl complained about. Kyra continued to watch the crowd, her eyes narrowing onto any who looked like they might be guilty. But, with nothing to go on, she couldn't accuse anyone and within the next couple of moments the staggering crowd had dispersed. "Oh..bother.." she said with a sigh.

Finally the young kelvic turned back around to look for the person of earlier interest. She found the woman sitting on the ground and upon a closer look, she noticed her clothing had been ripped. Kyra wasn't' the sort to meddle in others affairs, but she wasn't sure if the woman had been attack or not, and with what had just happened to her, it was possible.

"Are you alright? Did something happen?" she asked as she walked over to the woman and knelled at her side. "You probably shouldn't be out here alone at night...the people here can be very rude and they can not keep their hands to themselves either."