10th Summer 514AV
It was already hot in the logic of Fallon. Her lips hard parted back to reveal a slit of white, the low hiss as she walked through the stuffy streets that made up Sunberth. The shirt was already sticking to the body, the coat having been discarded so she could remain cooler within the air. It did not mean she left any of her equipment behind though. Armour was donned, the leathers and studs catching the light as she stepped with certainty. She was a mercenary, that was clear by the way she had walked with those slightly swaggered steps - still mimicking that of a man at times. Either way, it was a solid pace, one filled with some grim determination and direction.
Fingers sweated in the gloves, the cuffs of the shirt having been rolled up to reveal that pale skin and the top button opened to allow a better through flow of air - not that it helped that much. The heat was still working its way into crippling her. Her form gave a bob as she stepped into the cooling shade of an alleyway. There was a small sigh of relief as she gave a glance back into the daylight, the orbs squinting down at it. The back of her head gave a small throb, her eyes narrowing slightly as she felt the start of a headache press against her skull.
Great, just what she needed in hot weather.
There was a puff of air, a quick step on through as she swerved between the bodies. There was nothing overly pressing that needed doing today, any true work was put on hold until the first quarter of the season, and so she was left alone and set the task of keeping herself occupied or furthering things for the Scars. Something that was a bit difficult considering her current state, she wanted to be at the best of her capability before she once more dived into dedicating herself. Still, at least the ribs had finally stopped their aching. It could not be long now.
Stepping quicker now she gave a duck down another narrow passage, a flickering of a glance either side as she felt the walls momentarily close in. There was a push against the surface as a local barged past, but paid her no mind. She was certain she had become a common face here by now, or at least within the mercenary industry. The Scars and within the way of the gangs was another consideration all together. Her brow frowned at that, what was needed, what was required? The needed more people and support, but she refused to allow the Scars to be used as a stepping stone for others - a deep part of her rebelled at such a notion.
Regardless of her thoughts, her main priority was finding somewhere shady in which to hide from the blaring sun. Once out of the heat she could do whatever she wished to keep herself occupied - probably set her mind to winding away the bells whilst the heat of the day passed on by. Once the afternoon had come round, she would once more set herself free onto the city for whatever reason what so ever. She gave a wipe away of the sweat that had accumulated on her brow, and promptly tapped the water skin at her waist. There was no way she was going out without it filled.
Her eyes gave a careful sweep, the gentle flick away of the hairs that wriggled free from the tied back bonds. There was a frown as she searched, the towering narrow warehouses alerting her of her location. Wood gave a groan in the subtle breeze, her eyes looking and searching for somewhere unused for just a little while. There was a sharp look as she caught the gaze of one of the locals, no doubt one of the smaller gangs that worked their way around the warehouses bit by bit. There was a snort, as she gave another slip around into the shadows. The broken maw of an abandoned warehouse greeted her. Pausing at the threshold she peered in, her eyes narrowing into the shade and the blocks of light produced by the half crumpled wall and roof.
Gingerly stepping in, she looked about her eyes adjusting to the noticeably cooler air. There was no signs from what she could see that it belonged to anyone - even as she worked her way through. Blinking she gave a crouch down, eyes narrowing at the sunlight before she slinked on through. It was solid ground beneath her - dried stone or earth from what she could tell. Above the supporting beams that had not fallen away stood strong. Shoulders gave a roll, a pivot as she looked about the scene. Discarded rubble, planks and poles that had been left discarded revealing the true nature of the place. It belonged to no one, and that in itself was a blessing in itself.
Tugging at her collar once more she gave a pivot round, a check of her surroundings as she stretched herself out. It was cooler out of the sun here, and with that in mind Fallon turned her attention to other such things. Training.