@Eckhart_Von_Musel
The swift blur of passing trees and brush started to slow, and the carriage lurched to a stop. Vivianne DeGrance rocked forward, groaning slightly from the unforeseen movement. She braced herself, sitting up and seeing the carriage door open to the driver's concerned face. "Miss, this is where we part ways," he said.
"Zantaric is still almost half a mile away," the girl said with a frown tugging at her lips. "Why are we stopped?"
"I'm sure as shit not goin' into Zantaric. People get robbed bad, so you're on your own if you decide to go in."
Vivianne scoffed, shaking her head briefly. She winced, jumping down from the carriage. The fight with
Wasp had left her with some decent injuries, but she wasn't too worried. Nothing was fatal, and Alderon was a miracle worker - from what she remembered. The girl adjusted the bloodstained wrap around her left arm, touching the almost healed injury across her lips. Half a mile on her injured calf wasn't going to be fun, but she had to do what she had to do.
By the time she reached the city, Vivianne was limping pretty badly. She locked eyes with a young man in a green suit atop a horse. He trotted up beside her, claiming to simply want to help a pretty lady. He gave her a ride to Hildegarde's apartment building, then parted ways with her.
Nothing's changed... Vivianne thought to herself, not sure if it was a good thing or bad thing.
She opened the front door, preparing to make the climb, when someone stood in her way. A girl with green eyes and a good over her brown hair stood in her way. Vivianne looked the girl up and down, then furrowed her brows.
"Who are you?" She asked, holding her side, suddenly aware of the injury to her side that was mysteriously causing her pain. It was probably stress and anxiety, so she put it from her mind. "I'm expected, so if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to go in."