As the lights dimmed, Helena let herself fade into Stella's shadow. She was just a quiet gray smudge, and that was all she needed to be, as her plotting gaze watched everyone move on, and followed.
Stella, meanwhile, was eager to talk. "What? Nevah seen an Umbra before?" she meanly asked the boss as he walked by, who gave her another brief sour look before ignoring her. She rolled her eyes, and came in an easy stride behind this new guy she'd never met. When he turned to her, her gaze roamed him up and down, and she tilted her head and offered a girlish smile. "Can't find a biggah one," she said almost hungrily, giving Colt a wink. "It's Stella," she said simply to his polite gesture, and with an easy stride loped ahead to catch up with the aforementioned asshole with more whispered shouts asking about the plan.
Helena watched all this, switching shadows to not pass the younger man when Stella ran ahead. Helena thought momentarily about how Stella's vicious wittiness would be their curtain call, but the employer seemed used to it. This insecurity marked her face with a concerned frown.
Almost Antivan in form, her small body hung back like a determine period, hoping he wouldn't make the same gesture towards her. She wanted to keep her distance from these criminals, and the thought of one looming behind her made her hackles rise.
As for her thoughts on this young man, as Helena was a mage always brimming with judgement, he was most discernably a commoner, and quite obviously a criminal and thus a predator of order, so of course, she disliked him like a laundress hates a stain. These thoughts twinkled in her eyes at him as she remained silent and waited for him to go next.
Stella, meanwhile, was eager to talk. "What? Nevah seen an Umbra before?" she meanly asked the boss as he walked by, who gave her another brief sour look before ignoring her. She rolled her eyes, and came in an easy stride behind this new guy she'd never met. When he turned to her, her gaze roamed him up and down, and she tilted her head and offered a girlish smile. "Can't find a biggah one," she said almost hungrily, giving Colt a wink. "It's Stella," she said simply to his polite gesture, and with an easy stride loped ahead to catch up with the aforementioned asshole with more whispered shouts asking about the plan.
Helena watched all this, switching shadows to not pass the younger man when Stella ran ahead. Helena thought momentarily about how Stella's vicious wittiness would be their curtain call, but the employer seemed used to it. This insecurity marked her face with a concerned frown.
Almost Antivan in form, her small body hung back like a determine period, hoping he wouldn't make the same gesture towards her. She wanted to keep her distance from these criminals, and the thought of one looming behind her made her hackles rise.
As for her thoughts on this young man, as Helena was a mage always brimming with judgement, he was most discernably a commoner, and quite obviously a criminal and thus a predator of order, so of course, she disliked him like a laundress hates a stain. These thoughts twinkled in her eyes at him as she remained silent and waited for him to go next.
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