And so Lo'Campo seemed to heed her words and obeyed, for now. She did not know what was going on behind those eyes, those trickles of thoughts that were convoluting and - probably - cursing her for some sense of logic she held. But that was the way she worked, it was real lives they were playing with and unnecessary risk earned one no respect or favours. No, such behaviour would only earn scorn in whatever form it may come. Fallon stepped, silent, eyes flickering to and fro, the wolf moving and licking at his chops as he stared - woman and the wolf indeed, the name throbbed in the back of her skull. Her gaze fixed to the back of Lo'Campo once more, a tunning out of the words and world around them as they stepped.
Worry, to be rid of an issue - it made her wonder what exactly his thoughts onto the entire process was. Development, learning, or a want to be rid of as soon as possible - was it a task to him he wanted no part of? Then why did he partake in it to begin with. It made little sense unless there was some other motive beneath it all - which made no sense with his present attitude to look dominating and threatening. Her head cocked to one side, the words filtering and switching through as she slowly begun to place them together into some sense of order. Hands clasped behind her back, fingers drumming out the rhythm as they passed the locals - it was at the border of the Quarters however that her attention once more begun to shift. Alerted to the eyes, the observers, those who stood in shadows and those who moved about - giving those whispered looks and glances to others.
Silence however, remained her guard and stopping at the threshold of the Akalak's home - she had not been welcomed in and thus would not enter. So, she peered in from around the door way, eyes flickering about before, she leaned away and paced. She knew of course what the next process would be, she could almost see the look in his eyes, the way he seemed to almost frown at their presence - he wanted rid of them as soon as possible. In one respect it was no surprise, they were the equivalent of having a target painted onto oneself. She paused, lifting her gaze to look upon the others before at last she cleared her throat and spoke.
"Going to guess you're not going to play house with these two?" She continued her hovering by the door way, her gaze moving down to the mother and the child, and then withdrawing, slowly and carefully, "Such a shame, would have been a lovely development to this scene." Fallon shook her head, "With that in mind... would you object to the burden being lifted from your shoulders and have I take the responsibility of them from here? I do not feel you are presently capable in your current state," She gave a flick of the finger to the grim visage that covered him, "Combat, the look, the colours, you know what I mean." She paused then, "That and your entire... visage suggests to much lacking interest. A shame."
Her attention once more returned, sharper, calculating as the loosest sense of a plan begun to grow within her head - ways out of the city. The easiest - and what she deemed to be the safest - would be getting on one of the few trade ships. Her mind mentally mapped out the route, the path ways, and then paused. It reminded her of another job once had, having to guide a merchant through the city with aid of simple disguise. Fallon cleared her throat, "Now you are both reunited, I will get you out of here. Sound good?" She did not wait for an answer, "There will be a trade vessel to Zeltiva no doubt, and I will ensure you have passage onto it. You may have to work whilst on board, but..." She gave a flick of the hand, "You will be free of the city. That is, if you choose to follow me. If you do not, then I cannot help you." It was with a pointed look she then spoke once more to Lo'Campo, "Do as you wish, Hero. I will not stop you." A smile broke out, a clapping of hands together as she gestured down out of the building and onwards, "Well, ladies. Shall we?"
by Lo'campo on November 16th, 2014, 2:51 am 
