Danny shrugged, and trailed after her. Not close, just always keeping her in his sights. He'd rather not earn any new bruises because he lost sight of her. By the time they reached the gate, he'd slacked off, slowing to a stop against a building.
In the little garden, Nairn was seated, flipping a single throwing knife in the air, hardly paying attention to how he caught it, over and over. It was a calming motion; he was so familiar with the blade. And when he heard the quiet footsteps of someone approaching the little garden, he stood and made his way to the gate, knife disappearing into a pocket, fingers smoothing one of his best green shirts.
Standing on the opposite side from her, his fingers curling over the low gate, his gaze momentarily searching behind of her... until he found Danny. A single nod, as he pulled the gate open, stepping behind of it.
For the moment, the streets were cleared. He'd likely paid the vendors to take a half hour off, and sent children running indoors with sweets. And once Danny left, he turned to trail after her.
As he reclaimed his seat on the bench he'd vacated, one arm across the back of it, he'd suck on his teeth, before asking:
@Megara Fern
In the little garden, Nairn was seated, flipping a single throwing knife in the air, hardly paying attention to how he caught it, over and over. It was a calming motion; he was so familiar with the blade. And when he heard the quiet footsteps of someone approaching the little garden, he stood and made his way to the gate, knife disappearing into a pocket, fingers smoothing one of his best green shirts.
Standing on the opposite side from her, his fingers curling over the low gate, his gaze momentarily searching behind of her... until he found Danny. A single nod, as he pulled the gate open, stepping behind of it.
For the moment, the streets were cleared. He'd likely paid the vendors to take a half hour off, and sent children running indoors with sweets. And once Danny left, he turned to trail after her.
As he reclaimed his seat on the bench he'd vacated, one arm across the back of it, he'd suck on his teeth, before asking:
Didya bring my plant?
@Megara Fern
05-31-2024, 05:53 PM
