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[homeless_pard]

It is a very nervous woman that slips down into bar from the security office. She dares not lift her face for the shame of her actions, nor can even the brightness of her needlework lighten her mood. It matters not that others had fallen to such a dark curse, it is not an excuse, nor is it forgivable

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[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava would be... one step behind. Not literally, but she missed Khemrys in the cells, and missed her at her room. After a search of the bar, there was some time taken to put on warm clothes to go outside, as the weather had turned back to winter the last few days.

Unfortunatly, the fastest way to search is rather hampered by one hand wrapped carefully in bandages. Nothing too bad, but because the blood had been for helgisiðir, Svava would not heal them. So, she is heading for the paths nearest the bar, on foot.

[homeless_pard]

Khemrys has not made following her easy, though in truth not as hard as she coudl have. She has not worried to hide her trail, consumed as she is by the need to simply run...but she is a trail hardened girl, in a form built for travel.

She has gone far without glancing back...

[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava may not be a hunter or tracker of any sort, but paw prints are easy to track, and even she can tell the difference between those of canine and then those of feline variety. She keeps following, no attempts of stealth made-

And cold weather or not, the evening is still beautiful, and it is outdoors.

[homeless_pard]

Indeed, outdoors in a world she understands, that she's fit for, that she can be safe in. The tracks lead deep, deep into the woods, the trees rising ancient and dark among the gentle snow that has seen little to no tracks recently.

A place that resonates with old magic...

And there she curled, panting, under a thin, worn stone arch. This was how she had arrived, and now it's presence was a solace.

[magius_unlocked]

A wizard walks the paths of the forest tonight, quietly breathing in the air and the cold, his eyes glowing softly silver as he walks, feet just abovve the ground, making no sound.

[homeless_pard]

The leopard makes no sound save that of gentle breathing in the night as well. One would be hard pressed to note the Pard in her small hollow in the snow,

[magius_unlocked]

He does not, at first. But it is perhaps coincidence that leads him to a nearby clearing, where he settles to a spot, that, with a wave of his hand, is cleared of snow. There, shicking all but his loincloth, he settles to the gound and begins to quietly sing. It is similar to the song he sang the first night he enountered her, but not quite the same.

[homeless_pard]

She doesn't intrude, though an Old One that decides to strip and sit in snowis certainly new on her. In fact, she doesn't move at all until the old, faded runes in the stones nearby start to glow the clear, pure blue shade of the Right Hand path...

...then she blinks.