Some stints of time were more fun than others. There were bouts of activity for Fiachna where she'd have a pet project – someone who's life was so wrapped up in plots and plans that they'd entertain her for years – and sometimes it was just about convincing one person to ruin one night. Large or small, though, the angel took her joy where she could and was indiscriminate who she targeted. So long as they felt they could be fun, they were worth the time.
That's what it was about, after all. Throwing a kink in the works, stirring up a little discord, creating a little conflict, then flitting away to start it all again somewhere else. Fiachna never tried to be the hand of such things. That wasn't her purpose, her goal. It was more about watching a mortal's life unravel, their plans crumble around them, or a meticulously planned event being shattered by another's intervention.
That night, she remained perched on one rooftop corner. Her legs crossed and inky black wings flared out behind her while she idly watched the comings and goings of those beneath her. A small place outside a larger city, where people's lives were meant to be more private. After so long of what she'd been doing, there were things she liked to look for. Gatherings of people. They were usually the easiest to disrupt.
When her dark blue eyes tracked a couple of people in black robes enter the building across the way, she thought it was worth investigating. Fiachna dropped down into the dark alley of the building she'd been in. As she fell, her wings vanished, her brown tattered dress gave way to black robes to mirror those that had been going in the building, so when she stepped out she would look the part. The major difference, of course, was that her cloak trailed black, raven-esque feathers.
A minor detail the doorman looked over when she supplied the correct password she'd overheard.
It was a small meeting of wanna be wizards. People who had found magical books they hoped to learn. It was a cute and honestly harmless meeting. Mortals trying their hand at cantrip spells, wishing to make themselves feel more than they were. Whispering in secret. Fiachna held to the back but she was quite delighted to see just how many there were and, at the end, they talked about meeting next week.
They were instructed to leave in intervals, so as not to draw attention. Fiachna waited until the end, right before the little ringleader would leave. She made her way casually out and into another alley, shedding the cloak for a dress more suited for the evening as she leaned against the corner, waiting. There were accents of small black feathers along the seam of the skirts while she idly picked at her nails.
Waiting.
When the man came out, she tailed him at a distance. Wanting to see where he would go, what opportunities might present themselves. Nothing came to mind until they were nearing the edge of the hamlet. His home was beyond. He hesitated at the sight of someone farther down the road, which in turn made Fiachna pause, and step aside just a little so she might see what it was. Still some distance back.
She could hear the clink of armor. Could see a flash of white even in the dim light. No wonder he hesitated. Practitioner that he was. Fearing to be caught even if he didn't know who this stranger was. A fearful mind always assumed the worst.
She smiled and shifted again, adopting the neater dress of a mordecai. Her dress turned into sharp, shining armor with a pure white tabard set over it. Complimented, even, with a sword. Her hair remained stark black, as were her eyes still her blue black, and there was an auspicious feather pattern to the dark cloak she was wearing. Blocked by his body so she would be shielded from view by the stranger. Once done, she called out in a deeper, feminine voice she might have otherwise used. "Give yourself over peacefully, wizard."
The man, startled, glanced over his shoulder. Seeing her, his eyes went wide, and he bolted. Not at the other stranger, of course, but off the road. Into the scrub brush around it. Without hesitation, Fiachna gave chase.
Time to play.
