13th of Summer, 514AV
"...web."
Jaka paused as she a whisper. One paw above the ground she moved backward with speed. Her whiskers swept along the dirt, feeling out for the sounds she was looking for. Whispers were a tell, Jaka knew and thought anyone who didn't was an idiot. But it was lucky for her they were.
Several more scrambles backward and she found the two talking idiots in question. Even from so far below them their whispers echoed loudly. Jaka winced and scooted herself back up against the wall. Her head turned to and fro, looking for anyone who might spot her but her ears kept an eye on the conversation.
"...there's no spies."
"Tell that to the gangs."
"They haven't done anything weird."
"And why to you think that is? They've got spies, all there little webs are spinning and I'm not getting caught in a net."
"Maybe if you shut your mouth you wouldn't have any problems."
The Kelvic sneezed and moved on. Rumors as such weren't unusual. Everyone was worried about people spying and gangs that supposedly lurked around Jaka had not seen them or heard anything but confusing lies about them and dismissed them. She feared, as anyone should, but she only feared what she knew. Jaka knew people could be cruel, greedy and murderous. Being in a gan a would not change that. But she couldn't entirely dismiss the earlier whisperings.
Jaka scurried along from building to building, stopping only to take a quick picture of her surroundings before surging to the next. As she went, her thoughts moved in sync. The rumors were likely false but people were stirring up, purposely making trouble out of boredom or there could be real trouble. More, more. I need to know more. I can't tell anyone without more. The thought became a mantra while she scoped out a new target to listen in on.
It came in the form of an older woman. There wasn't anything special about her that Jaka could tell at first. It was not until she pulled herself up the nearest boxes and poles to the top of a ramshackle building that she got a good look. from her vantage the Kelvic couldn't make out much. But she could hear the heavy steps, a confidence that came from someone who knew how to fight. Blonde hair in the sun and even from her perch on the roof Jaka could see the puckering of a scar.
Without waiting another tick, Jaka send herself flying off the roof and onto the streets. Her paws scatter dust and small pebbles as she scrambled to catch up with her knew target. If this one failed she could always try the taverns. Though she didn't want to see another blond who had so recently tried to 'help' her.
In her run to catch up the Kelvic over shot her target by several feet. Surprised, Jaka turned sharply down the nearest street to not look suspicious stopped to wait. And wait she did. For a whole chime before she was unable to keep still and poked her nose around the corner. Inch by inch she crept out from around the corner to find she would be going into the tavern because her target was heading inside the closing door. Petch. Jaka once again began to run, moving with her tail slapping along in-between the feet of obvious or uncaring Sunberthians. But the streets were much easier than inside the Pigs Foot.
In here there was no place to duck under because pungent feet covered most of the spaces. The Kelvic pressed herself against the wall to avoid any shoes while trying to keep an eye on the figure making their way to a table. It was only when Jaka was sure that her blond wouldn't be going anywhere that she began to make her way over. Creeping much slower than before from table to table until she was able to rest beside the blond woman's boot.
Jaka paused as she a whisper. One paw above the ground she moved backward with speed. Her whiskers swept along the dirt, feeling out for the sounds she was looking for. Whispers were a tell, Jaka knew and thought anyone who didn't was an idiot. But it was lucky for her they were.
Several more scrambles backward and she found the two talking idiots in question. Even from so far below them their whispers echoed loudly. Jaka winced and scooted herself back up against the wall. Her head turned to and fro, looking for anyone who might spot her but her ears kept an eye on the conversation.
"...there's no spies."
"Tell that to the gangs."
"They haven't done anything weird."
"And why to you think that is? They've got spies, all there little webs are spinning and I'm not getting caught in a net."
"Maybe if you shut your mouth you wouldn't have any problems."
The Kelvic sneezed and moved on. Rumors as such weren't unusual. Everyone was worried about people spying and gangs that supposedly lurked around Jaka had not seen them or heard anything but confusing lies about them and dismissed them. She feared, as anyone should, but she only feared what she knew. Jaka knew people could be cruel, greedy and murderous. Being in a gan a would not change that. But she couldn't entirely dismiss the earlier whisperings.
Jaka scurried along from building to building, stopping only to take a quick picture of her surroundings before surging to the next. As she went, her thoughts moved in sync. The rumors were likely false but people were stirring up, purposely making trouble out of boredom or there could be real trouble. More, more. I need to know more. I can't tell anyone without more. The thought became a mantra while she scoped out a new target to listen in on.
It came in the form of an older woman. There wasn't anything special about her that Jaka could tell at first. It was not until she pulled herself up the nearest boxes and poles to the top of a ramshackle building that she got a good look. from her vantage the Kelvic couldn't make out much. But she could hear the heavy steps, a confidence that came from someone who knew how to fight. Blonde hair in the sun and even from her perch on the roof Jaka could see the puckering of a scar.
Without waiting another tick, Jaka send herself flying off the roof and onto the streets. Her paws scatter dust and small pebbles as she scrambled to catch up with her knew target. If this one failed she could always try the taverns. Though she didn't want to see another blond who had so recently tried to 'help' her.
In her run to catch up the Kelvic over shot her target by several feet. Surprised, Jaka turned sharply down the nearest street to not look suspicious stopped to wait. And wait she did. For a whole chime before she was unable to keep still and poked her nose around the corner. Inch by inch she crept out from around the corner to find she would be going into the tavern because her target was heading inside the closing door. Petch. Jaka once again began to run, moving with her tail slapping along in-between the feet of obvious or uncaring Sunberthians. But the streets were much easier than inside the Pigs Foot.
In here there was no place to duck under because pungent feet covered most of the spaces. The Kelvic pressed herself against the wall to avoid any shoes while trying to keep an eye on the figure making their way to a table. It was only when Jaka was sure that her blond wouldn't be going anywhere that she began to make her way over. Creeping much slower than before from table to table until she was able to rest beside the blond woman's boot.
