[DROP] No time like the present

a s h e Ashe was in rare form today: that is to say, she was entirely original and not a wolf. She was dressed as normally as she could be in old training clothes, threadbare and worn, but she had yet to sort out any new clothing for herself. Her uniform and two sets of training clothes that had been in her satchel with her on arrival were getting her by just fine, and it was less to carry with her. That satchel had recently been turned into a backpack of sorts, one that doubled as a harness back when in her shift. Currently, it was slung loosely over a shoulder as she slipped through the ruins on silent feet. As much as the assassin was avoiding people, namely everyone that knew her and loved her, she could not ignore the way so many people had gathered in an area that rarely saw more than one or two people at a time: the bone bridge. She had been intending to take a look at the eerie structure, namely figure out just where the fuck it lead. Now it seemed there was reason to, as she glimpsed a strange figure holding a… box… The fuck is in there? Ashe kept herself well hidden as she approached, heading around and behind a set of ruins and climbing until she found a shadowed nook to crouch into. She had the perfect view over the crowd, and she sank deeply into the shadows as she observed. She might have joined them when she saw her family, but she quickly darted her eyes away from them. As if simply looking at them would draw their attention to her. Once upon a time, she would have stood at Devrum’s elbow and demanded exactly what she wanted - to know what was in the gods damned box. She almost did. Almost climbed down but…Alistair. Alistair greeted her mother, her family, with warmth and familiarity. He departed, and she willed herself to tear her eyes from him, instead glancing about the crowd and forcing herself not to think about the cold and deafening silence in her head. It was better this way, she told herself. Breathe. Music, thanks the gods, stole her attention. She blinked and darted her eyes to the source, and.. Oh. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, watching as Attraes weaved through the crowd with a song alive on his lips, coaxed from a banjo. This was the same man she'd found unconscious in the woods? The one that had stolen life from her to save his? Her eyes followed him until he concluded his song, addressing people.. that thing holding the box. The box. She was all too happy to return her attention back to whatever it was that being on the bridge held. At the very least, no one had noticed her. Not a soul. The raven-haired woman was talented in her evasion skills, and she had been exercising them well as of late. Her mother had tracked her. And he did… but otherwise she was well able to hide herself. Even now, no one looked her way, no one realized that she was hiding just above and behind them. No one but… That motherfucking bastard! She blinked, frozen momentarily when she caught the flash of a familiar smirk, and she grit her teeth as her surprise morphed into an irritated snarl. Of course. She snapped her eyes back to that box and focused her attention there, focused on wondering what it was that drew everyone into it.