Aurelia
There's another shadow here, one not molded and shaped by the New but the Old. The organic to their machine. Her frame slinks along the outskirts of the market, impossibly stealthy, blending into the real darkness that exists between stalls, following the two Ascended while also giving them a wide enough berth that her steps and movements are lost to the natural hubbub surrounding them.
Nothing would happen in the city without her knowing. Without those shadowy green eyes watching, even if they do so from the sidelines... for now. The last time something like this had happened, the streets had come alive with not only voices but actions as well. Actions that, if taken again today, could not be taken back.
Perhaps she's here as nothing more than a guardian. Although she doesn't make herself known yet, crouching behind a stall when Wessex comes to a halt and letting her gaze rake across the grounds to see what would happen here, what her people would do.... if anything at all.
Nothing would happen in the city without her knowing. Without those shadowy green eyes watching, even if they do so from the sidelines... for now. The last time something like this had happened, the streets had come alive with not only voices but actions as well. Actions that, if taken again today, could not be taken back.
Perhaps she's here as nothing more than a guardian. Although she doesn't make herself known yet, crouching behind a stall when Wessex comes to a halt and letting her gaze rake across the grounds to see what would happen here, what her people would do.... if anything at all.
There's a game they play that I'm not part of
Tearing at the weaknesses and all the faults they know
Tearing at the weaknesses and all the faults they know
