How odd she must look, if anyone were to wander in here, a Turk with pale hair that reflected moonlight, talking to the flowers like they could talk back to her.
But Ino's shields were down and she was quite alone. There was a drunk three streets over staggering home. There were few kids, a couple of blocks away, gambling with their few, precious gil. There were so, so many people settling down for the night.
But there was precious little going on around her, in the quiet bubble of silence that the church always seemed to hold.
"I always do," she said to the flowers, because admitting she was talking to anything, or anyone more, led to... she wasn't thinking about it. "You know that. I always look out for what's mine."
To the best of her ability. She hadn't been so good at it in one case but, so far, she'd managed for everyone else.
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Date: 2016-10-08 01:00 am (UTC)But Ino's shields were down and she was quite alone. There was a drunk three streets over staggering home. There were few kids, a couple of blocks away, gambling with their few, precious gil. There were so, so many people settling down for the night.
But there was precious little going on around her, in the quiet bubble of silence that the church always seemed to hold.
"I always do," she said to the flowers, because admitting she was talking to anything, or anyone more, led to... she wasn't thinking about it. "You know that. I always look out for what's mine."
To the best of her ability. She hadn't been so good at it in one case but, so far, she'd managed for everyone else.