ZARIAH
I haven't been falling all this time - I've been flying
Remi could run, but he could not hide from Zariah, not for long anyways. She could be a patient huntress, silently stalking her prey until just the right moment to strike. Oh yes, she was aware of every move Remi made, his days but a chessboard and him but a pawn observed by the queen from afar. Was she afraid of the knight her little pawn had found to keep him “safe”? Hardly. His movements were predictable, easy to foresee and track – she had free reign to move as she wished without hindrance.
She did not enter the Artisan’s Guild by normal means – no she came in through the back, well before the crack of dawn, guised in her black, billowy cloak. The click of her heels fell on her ears alone as she made her way through the halls of the guild, quickly doing away with any locks she faced with but a hair pin. She did not stop her trek until she was tucked away inside the Guildmaster’s office, pressing her back against the wall behind the door in the small triangle space it would not touch when it opened again (being as thin as she was at its perks on such occasions). With the door re-locked, and her hiding spot secured, she set to waiting in silence for her little pawn.
He did have his monthly reports to write after all.
She did not enter the Artisan’s Guild by normal means – no she came in through the back, well before the crack of dawn, guised in her black, billowy cloak. The click of her heels fell on her ears alone as she made her way through the halls of the guild, quickly doing away with any locks she faced with but a hair pin. She did not stop her trek until she was tucked away inside the Guildmaster’s office, pressing her back against the wall behind the door in the small triangle space it would not touch when it opened again (being as thin as she was at its perks on such occasions). With the door re-locked, and her hiding spot secured, she set to waiting in silence for her little pawn.
He did have his monthly reports to write after all.
