She certainly was telling him to do something. Go that direction? He didn't know. Regardless, he couldn't figure out what the 'covering the eyes' signal meant. She was a strange woman, but a friend no less. She probably wanted him to go a certain way, so he did.
He leaped. With one leg stretched in front of him and one leg stretched behind, his loincloth billowed gloriously in the wind, leaving only the most private of his delicates hidden from the riotous onlookers below him. He very much liked to compare this feat a panther from Falyndar, leaping from tree to tree. Only he wasn't physically conditioned to endure such a fatiguing task, and it was very strenuous trying to leap and be quiet doing so at the same time.
Eventually, he leaped, but instead of landing crouched on his target roof, he found himself clawing to it with the edge of the roof digging into his chest. He could have struggled his way up again, but he decided to let go. After all, he had gone quite a few buildings, and landed well withing the territory of the shadows.
His toes pressed against the dirt below him making a light crunch. He crept away slowly, ensuring that his toes had a good feel of the ground beneath him before he took another step. Where had the gone? He heard the crunches of earth beneath the mobs feet approaching where he had fallen. They had stopped speaking and yelling, and he wasn't sure if it was because they didn't know where was or they did. It made him anxious.
He sprinted off as silently he could, but someone must have heard him, cause he heard them pick up speed as well.
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