No matter how obnoxious it might be to try and move her, with her clinging to him, it is infinitely easier for Keithia since she doesn't have to
see how confined it is. It's bad enough she can feel it. How enclosed and oppressive it is. Mortal building are already stuffy... This is nigh overwhelming, almost too much. Keithia latches on to the smell that is decidedly Kanimir, focusing on that, trying to shut out the rest of it.
She can do it for one night.
Once he gets them both in the closet
not a cage, she curls up against him. Her eyes have remained closed the entire time, and it's a fair bit longer before her breathing evens out in what could be considered fitful sleep.
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It became easier and easier to track someone when they weren't hiding. Especially when they left a trail of bodies to follow. What had started out as a curiosity had turned into a real hunt. Magic users who couldn't control themselves, who killed without thought, were some of the worst.
He became a priority.
The randomness of it had made it difficult. The lack of evidence left over doubly so. If anything, it only made Yukina more determined then over to collar the monster. No one had ever gotten away from her, and he would be no exception.
Before they'd been able to spring a trap in Uthlyn, though, he'd moved on. Left them scrambling to find a trail and come up with a different plan. Such a thing didn't dissuade the Blessed, and they were off on the hunt once more. It was harder to track someone across the country side then in a stationary place.
Weather, invariably favored them, and eventually forced their quarry into stopping where they might be able to catch them. It wasn't until one of the scouts confirmed they'd found him that Yukina called for them to move. It didn't matter there was biting wind and heavy snow beginning to fall.
They had a murderous mage to catch.
It was rather late into the night when Yukina and her three honor guard arrived. They would likely die in the encounter, and they understood that. Provoking a mage to use their magic was their job. The three of them were dressed identically in fur and armor. Protected from anything except a magical attack. Highly skilled with the swords they carried. Those who knew of the Blessed were frequently hesitant to use their magic and required convincing to do so. The cold wind caught the door and threw it open, causing the maid who tended the bar inside to jump with a start. Before she could say anything, the Blessed gestured and one of the honored guard moved forward. "Time for you to leave."
It was in her best interest. The maid was in no position to fight them, but she still protested being tossed out into the cold.
The Blessed remained in the main room, her short swords sheathed at her hips and her white wings slightly fanned out, before she gave another sharp gesture. At that, the honor guard pushed they way into the building. One to block the stairs, two more to make their way to the back. The scout had said he was on the main floor.
Yukina walked slowly behind them, her foot steps quiet to the heavy falls of her guards.
Honor Guard
arts : Knight by Soft-h