[The only thing worse than playing sheepdog and rounding up escaped convicts is playing sheepdog in harsh summer sun while wearing an outfit comprised entirely of black, black, and even more black.
At least the Leithians in the bazaar are all too happy to step aside at her approach, no doubt in careful avoidance of all the grime currently clinging to her clothes. (The Leithians here might not be Nine in a true sense of the word, but their pride runs just as deep.) No one running yet though, but of course there wouldn't be. That would make things too easy. Other things that would be too easy? That the man staring sharply at her also happens to be the man she's looking for.
She manages a polite smile in return, though there's not an ounce of good humor to it. (There's nothing she hates more than endearments.)]
I always thought most men enjoyed the undivided attention of a crowd.
[Except, of course, any man not wishing to be found. She keeps her eyes on him, trying to untuck the niggle of familiarity that stirs at the back of her mind.]
i, rolls in here late like the feeble old tumbleweed i am
At least the Leithians in the bazaar are all too happy to step aside at her approach, no doubt in careful avoidance of all the grime currently clinging to her clothes. (The Leithians here might not be Nine in a true sense of the word, but their pride runs just as deep.) No one running yet though, but of course there wouldn't be. That would make things too easy. Other things that would be too easy? That the man staring sharply at her also happens to be the man she's looking for.
She manages a polite smile in return, though there's not an ounce of good humor to it. (There's nothing she hates more than endearments.)]
I always thought most men enjoyed the undivided attention of a crowd.
[Except, of course, any man not wishing to be found. She keeps her eyes on him, trying to untuck the niggle of familiarity that stirs at the back of her mind.]