She didn't even realize how much time had passed, but when she opened her eyes the moon had well passed its apex and the night was on its way out. She took a deep breath in and was hit with the realization that Vrae had not come up to the roof with her.
Curious.
She had always known that leaving that room would be to lose her little puzzle, her phantom, her Vrae, but now faced with the fact that he wasn't here...
She was disappointed. She had thought he had found her just as interesting as she found him, but....he hadn't even tried to kill her. That was less than interest. That was...nothing.
He nothinged her.
A sigh blew through her lips as she slipped back down to the ground to peek into the house, secretly hoping to see his shrouded figure but...
Nothing.
Her fingers pressed onto the sill and something cold pressed into her palm.
Curious, she thought. Nothing had been on the windowsill when she left, had there?
Upon turning over her hand she saw the small, gold ring from before glistening against her slender fingers. Her heart skipped a beat. This was no accidental leave behind moment. No. He had purposefully left this for her. If there was any doubt in her mind, it dissipated the moment she noticed the piece of paper.
A note?
A smile pulled at Saoirse's lips as she unfolded the paper. What clues had her puzzle left for her?
Keep the ring. You might need it tomorrow.
Well...that was...ominous. It was a ring of healing after all. So, was he planning to do something to her? Or did he just expect her to get into some kind of trouble?
Pfft. Ridiculous. Her? Trouble?
Never.
Even still, she placed the ring and the note into her pocket and turned to leave. Perhaps she'd run into him again?
She turned to leave when her fingers brushed against the two matching locator stones in her pocket. She hesitated.
There was no guarantee he'd return, and maybe it was stupid to potentially her limited supply (after all she only had two sets and one she had given to the priest in case he ever needed help) but... maybe....
She pulled one from her pocket and left it on the sill.
"For luck." She murmured before turning il towards the incoming dawn and walking down the city streets.
******
Seeing as the half- elf hadn't made any arrangements on where to stay, she found herself wandering for a good while. It was incredibly late, and many shops and inns were still closed for fear of the rioters. She ended up meandering her way to the city limits and finding a nice tree, which she climbed, nestled into a small nook of branches, and closed her eyes to hopefully get a few hours of sleep.
The day before had been exciting to say the least and sleep took her before she knew it. Her dreams were filled with night stalking and cuckoo clocks, but when her eyes fluttered open the sun was high and she felt revitalized.
Many might have wondered why she even stayed after yesterday's events; it would have certainly been safer to just leave. However, she was running low on supplies and needed the shops if she hoped to get far at all.
And a lute. She needed to replace her lute. Considering the craftsmanship of the cuckoo clock she imagined they would have some amazing choices.
She splashed her face with some water from her canteen and made her way into the city protected by an illusion or two to change her features.
The shops, thankfully, were open and she was able to replenish her travel foods - specifically dried fruits and salted meats that would last for a long time. She even found a beautiful cloak with ivy ebroidered on a gorgeous ivory cloth. Maybe not the best for traveling, but she couldn't say no and stored it carefully into her pack for another time. As much as she wanted to just wear it, it wouldn't exactly keep her inconspicuous.
Another time then.
Off she went to another shop. This time a craftsman known for his musical instruments. His shop took her breath away. It had everything from intricate lap harps, to viols inlayed with pearl and ebony. This man's art rivaled that of the elves.
Leaving with just one was a challenge. She was already going to have someone collect that clock so...why not also collect an instrument or two...? It wasn't like she didn't have the gold to pay for it.
But she controlled herself. She had enough instruments at home and only really needed the lute.
And it was a beautiful one and the sound...oh the resonance that this instrument created...it gave her shivers. The wood had come from an old grove of soft, dense trees that gave the instrument a warmth that newer trees just could not replicate. It was miles better than the one that broken during Danny's speech. And it was beautiful. Simple, but the inlay was second only to the elves and were clearly the work of the master.
Honestly, she wouldn't have been surprised if this man had trained with an Elven craftsman.
But she knew better than to ask that now...
Cradling her purchase, Saoirse exited the shop and into the late afternoon sun. She strummed the strings absently, humming a quiet tune while planning her next leg of the journey and where she might stop to perform on this beauty.
****
After the events of yesterday, the city's militia were out in force. The mage was still at large and she was dangerous. Danning was an odd character, yes, but to be controlled by the mage to spout such rhetoric...she must be powerful and dangerous.
Overnight, wanted posters had been placed of the red-haired devil along with descriptions of her heinous deeds.
A young boy was busy hanging them on the streets when he spotted her. Her hair wasn't red, but her features matched the papers in his hands. He stared after her, panicking.
Then the stack of remaining posters fell from his hands and he ran.
****
Saorise barely even blinked when the papers fell to the ground. She was so engrossed in her music that she didn't even notice when her illusion faltered and then...stopped.
Others noticed immediately. Whispers spread. They began disappearing into homes, into shops, as a line of uniformed soldiers entered the street to form a circle around her.
"You are ordered to stop, mage." The tall man in the middle declared.
Saoirse looked up, surprised, and cursed.
How the hell had she missed the entire guard surrounding her?
She had no choice, she started playing her newly purchased lute and started weaving her illusions into it. Best to disappear the .
But nothing happened.
The tall man stepped forward, smiling darkly, "That won't work for you this time, mage." He spat. With a wave of his hand, he signaled for the circle to close around her.
"Wait." She played a few more notes, but they felt...hollow. They were beautiful, skilled, but held no power. There was a wall around her and she could not touch her abilities. "Wait." She said again, panic creeping into her voice. What was happening? Why could she not conjur? How were they doing this?
"Never met a Mordecai before, eh?" He snarled and then was upon her. Her lute was ripped from her hands and thrown to the stones.
A cry escaped her lips, but no sooner had the lute left her fingers than a blinding blow slammed into the side of her head.
Everything went black.
When her vision returned she was on the ground and something warm was running down her face. Rough handa grabbed her arms and twisted, painfully.
The pain brought her back to her senses; cleared her head, and she twisted away from them with enough force to throw them off balance, but their grip on her arm didn't lift and a defending crack echoed through the road.
More pain.
So much pain.
But it was enough. Her wrist was no longer restricted to normal movements and she yanked, ignoring the fact that she was breaking it further, and pulled herself from his grip. She stood and staggered into the row of guards.
They grabbed at her, but her battle training kicked it. She was half-elf. Even without her magic she could out maneuver them.
She twirled and ducked between their arms and through the thin spaces between them. Her vision blurred and her head spun, but she couldn't stop.
Your blades! she screamed at herself, but her dominant hand was useless and it was cumbersome to unsheath her sword with the other. It would take too much time!
She stumbled, fell, and grabbed a fistfull of stones which she threw into the eyes of her attackers.
Their surprise was evident, but it only bought her a few precious moments.
She fumbled with her blade again, but it was taking too damn long!
Her left hand slipped and landed on the tiny buldge in her pocket.
Vrae's gift.
Without a second thought she shoved it onto her finger. Instantly her vision cleared and she could feel her bones fusing back together.
Gods this was bad.
There before her stood at least twenty guards. Six with crossbows aimed at her, a few others with some odd metal contraption that looked like intricately decorated tubes.
Twang, an arrow loosed and slammed into her shoulder lodging securely against the bone. The ring began mending as soon as the arrow hit. She ripped the arrow out with a gutteral cry and felt her skin knitting back together.
Twang another arrow hit, knocking her off her feet and she slammed against the wall cracking her skull against the stones.
Again, she reached up and pulled it out letting the ring do its work.
She had to get out of here. She was a sitting duck and there was no way she would be able to fight her way out. They had caught her off guard and had the clear advantage. She had to go....
Up.
She stood, using the wall for support. Her head was surprisingly groggy and the last arrow wound hadn't quite closed up.
The ring...must not be infinite.
Oh Gods.
Adrenaline kicke in and Saoirse leapt with all of her strength, all of her will to live, and swung herself lithely up a few windows and onto the roof. She felt the woosh of another arrow zing past her ear and instinctively dodge to the opposite side.
All she needed to do was get out of range and then keep running. She was almost there.
It pained her to leave the lute lying in the road below, but she couldn't go back for it. Either save her life or save her music.
It wasn't even a choice.
So she turned and ran.
The sharp bang that echoed behind her hadn't even registered before her breath exploded from her lungs. She turned expecting to see one of the soldiers on the rooftop with her having just landed a kidney shot with his fists but....
She looked down and saw red blossoming from her side and spreading across her clothes.
What....
Another bang and another punch before she could even process the first. Her vision swam. Pain returned in force from her side and from just below her collarbone.
She reached towards her chest and felt....a hole....
Then her knees buckled and she slipped down the shingles, tumbling onto the road below in a heap.
Darkness came and went. Her ears no longer worked. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. The stones were drinking her blood.
Her fingers twitched and she did the only thing that came to her mind before darkness would come for sure this time.
She reached into her pocket and gave the tracking stone a final, weak squeeze.