The moonlit sky above the temple grounds offered little in the way of actual light as the moon seemed to weave back and forth between one cloud to the other. Though the brisk and chilly winds carried them away from prying eyes, the clouds didn’t seem to grow any smaller as time passed. If anything it seemed to grow thicker as the moonlight began to flicker in and out of its already barely visible existence like a torch in its dying light.
Honest people had since gone to bed, at least most of them. The calm of a campus in dreams or heavy meditation spread a quiet around the grounds that seemed to elevate one’s own awareness of their own heartbeat and the sounds in your immediate surroundings. It weighed on your ears like an anvil with a sense of intrepid anticipation that something was about to happen, almost as if you were out on a hunt and knew that your quarry was somewhere very close to you and that each passing breath was the difference between your quarry spotting you and running away or not.
Perhaps it was just Verana who was kicking it right back to where she had grown up, but the fact still remained that she was out hunting something except that this time it was close to home. In fact this time it was actually right at home. Or rather, it was the Praxeum grounds, but in terms of where home was these days it was as close as Vera would get with the descriptor. This was where she slept and practiced, that meant it was home, right? Right.
So someone was stealing from them, and the culprit had kept getting away with it. The girl had signed herself up first chance once she caught mention of the assignment. It was going to be tiring and most likely frustrating, but damn if it didn’t feel like this something that was right up her alley in terms of what she could actually do. If it was an animal doing this she was most likely one of the most qualified members of the Order, and if it was something else… Well, that was why she had the backup.
Her knee remained planted against the harsh stone ground of the warehouse as she kept a lookout from behind a crate with her friend for the evening. She gently turned his way and let in a quiet breath to draw his attention.
“They focused on our food deliveries you said?” She whispered at Ember and looked over at the food crate that had been ever so conveniently placed in the middle of the room almost like a trap. Which was because, you know, it was a trap. “Think this will work?”
Honest people had since gone to bed, at least most of them. The calm of a campus in dreams or heavy meditation spread a quiet around the grounds that seemed to elevate one’s own awareness of their own heartbeat and the sounds in your immediate surroundings. It weighed on your ears like an anvil with a sense of intrepid anticipation that something was about to happen, almost as if you were out on a hunt and knew that your quarry was somewhere very close to you and that each passing breath was the difference between your quarry spotting you and running away or not.
Perhaps it was just Verana who was kicking it right back to where she had grown up, but the fact still remained that she was out hunting something except that this time it was close to home. In fact this time it was actually right at home. Or rather, it was the Praxeum grounds, but in terms of where home was these days it was as close as Vera would get with the descriptor. This was where she slept and practiced, that meant it was home, right? Right.
So someone was stealing from them, and the culprit had kept getting away with it. The girl had signed herself up first chance once she caught mention of the assignment. It was going to be tiring and most likely frustrating, but damn if it didn’t feel like this something that was right up her alley in terms of what she could actually do. If it was an animal doing this she was most likely one of the most qualified members of the Order, and if it was something else… Well, that was why she had the backup.
Her knee remained planted against the harsh stone ground of the warehouse as she kept a lookout from behind a crate with her friend for the evening. She gently turned his way and let in a quiet breath to draw his attention.
“They focused on our food deliveries you said?” She whispered at Ember and looked over at the food crate that had been ever so conveniently placed in the middle of the room almost like a trap. Which was because, you know, it was a trap. “Think this will work?”
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