[Her flight makes no discernible sound, barely stirring the air. Her distance is enough to keep her brightly colored hair and metal-pierced face from giving her away. But she's hunted before, and watches the shadow below like a hawk.
She does wonder if the woman has heard the singing, if she had gone to have her worries soothed by that voice. Wonders if the back of her neck is tingling now. (Is that a break in her tune? A shift in posture; too far to tell for that.)
Vivi increases her speed, never taking her eyes off of her target, but moving round to watch her from the fore, keeping track of her pace and her direction. Calm, methodical. If only she were this focused at school.]
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She does wonder if the woman has heard the singing, if she had gone to have her worries soothed by that voice. Wonders if the back of her neck is tingling now. (Is that a break in her tune? A shift in posture; too far to tell for that.)
Vivi increases her speed, never taking her eyes off of her target, but moving round to watch her from the fore, keeping track of her pace and her direction. Calm, methodical. If only she were this focused at school.]