"Absolutely," she says, hands behind her back as she strides down the alley, a bright flash of white in the dimness. Rats scuttle along the ground on their own important tasks, and from above, one can hear the flapping of wings. The sound indicates creatures much larger than pigeons, but that could just be the echo.
They step out of the alley into a street littered with rubble. Ingress picks a path through it, and she presses her hand against the opposite wall.
"Come on, then, Reverend Daughter," she teases. "Keep up."
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Date: 2020-10-10 02:08 am (UTC)They step out of the alley into a street littered with rubble. Ingress picks a path through it, and she presses her hand against the opposite wall.
"Come on, then, Reverend Daughter," she teases. "Keep up."