A few minutes passed as I waited.
And then another few.
I clutch the doll in my hands. Maybe she's a bit late, she did say she was running an errand.
Yeah, that must be it.
I stopped the flow of magic that ran into the doll and tucked the necklace back into my sweater. I took a breath and released it, watching the cold breath dissipate.
"Cute outfit. Where ya get it?"
My fur stood on ends, I didn't hear her even approach! I scramble back and held my left wrist to my chest, pouring magic into the wooden beads, and felt the safety of a shield cover me.
Out sitting on the edges of the skyscraper was a tall woman in dull silver armor. She sported red hair that flamed to the current winds, orange eyes, and a golden spear that fitted against her muscular body. The stranger was leaning against her spear and I noticed despite her lax appearance there was a slight shine around her. I pressed my ears forward and focused. There were slight ripples in patterns just like my shield.
A magic user. Just like my mother and I.
Stranger's Perspective
I scanned the little kitten. Black hair, brown eyes, a type of paleness that came from being kept away from the Suns for eons. Oversized clothes. A sweater with a hood, black pants, and hiking shoes. I look at her items.
Something in her pocket. Carrying a smaller version of a duffle bag. Bead bracelet on her left, and a red jade earring on her right. The red weave on her right wrist took me aback, but it's not the same. I focused a bit more on her face.
Nope.
She doesn't match. Why did my blue bead lead me here?
I smiled at her and leaned back, "Why the magical scream short one?" She bristled at the name but didn't say anything.
"Calling for someone? Did you get stood up?"
I watched her eyes flicker. I mumbled a spell at this moment.
The world turned blue. I tilted my head, interesting soul. It's a swirling mess of black and white. That doesn't matter though. It's not the same. I stopped the spell and the colors returned to me.
"Lover? Friend, family perhaps?"
When I saw that she was fidgeting with her fingers a memory threatened to resurface. I pushed it back and instead stood up.
Just to make sure.
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I stepped closer to her. She backed away, and then I see her start to mumble something.
"Ah, no."
I aimed my spear and fired off a quick bullet, missing her wide but it interrupted her spell.
"Why don't we have a chat?"
Back with Veil
Shit. Shit. I scratched at my hands but never took my eyes off the stranger, a potential foe. She stopped walking toward me when she was about a couple of feet away. Way too close for my comfort.
The stranger stood a great number of feet above me. I've only seen my Ma be that tall. I clenched my teeth and mustered up my voice, "...What do you want?"
She smiled. My instincts told me there was something off about it, like she wasn't smiling at me, but at someone else. There wasn't anybody besides me though. I could try relying on my shield to see if could hold up long enough against her spells so I could cast flight. Her weapon was a trinket designed for offensive spells though, a very powerful one at that.
While I have great confidence in the trinkets my mother made for me, the problem lies in that I'm unsure if I'll be able to supply my shield faster than her hits. The way she easily handled her magic meant she must be one of those... What are they called again?
Anyways, the ones who did a lot of participation in wars and bloodbaths, the ones Ma said not to mess with unless she's around.
And Ma isn't around right now. I flattened my ears at the thought.
She's just a bit late.
I hear the stranger shift and peek at her. Immediately I was confused. She pulled out a table, a wooden one, chairs, empty cups, and a plate of biscuits of varying flavors. As she sat on one of the chairs, she gestured to the other one.
"Might I offer you something for your troubles? I insist."
The slight tilt of her spear makes it strangely feel more like a threat. My hands glide over to the glock in my pocket, but that was false security as the gun is of no use to those with shield. I took a few minutes to decide.
Tentatively, I slid over to the chair, ready to bolt at any moment.
I hear her say, "Great. Let's talk."