. (siri) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-17 01:40:00 |
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She watches the sunlight touch the metal, bending, stretching, distorting whatever it runs through. It is violent, the way it pierces through as the hoverbikes circle around the track throughout the race; the wind is heavy with acid and magicite, curling at the tips of her fingers as Siri leans forward and watches the race take place. She is here as part of the scavenger hunt, but she is also here because she promised to find Cian; maybe it was a little too obvious, but Siri didn’t need to lean only on Voices to figure things out. While he (disappointingly) did not win the race, she still slipped down from the watching stands to go greet the World Serpent. Siri bypassed the crowd around the winner (a beautiful woman with red scales in her hair and broken wings), making a clear turn in the direction of Cian. He probably shouldn’t have been surprised that despite the crowd around the redhead, one spectator in particular sought out the second place finisher. When she approached, he offered a slight smile and the following words: “Guess you knew that was going to happen. No warnings of unexpected redheads for me this afternoon?” Siri looked up at Cian and then back at the race winner, eyes narrowed in consideration; no, no warnings. “She’s not important.” Harsh words in the mouth of someone else, but for Siri they were factual, had Mag’s trajectory been another that brought her to clash with Cian, then she would be of consequence to the serpent. Her arms wrapped around Cian’s waist and she pressed her cheek against his jacket, the greeting was silent, implied in the tightening of her arms and angle of her head. He let out something like a chuckle. “Kidding, prophetess,” he said. After a moment, his hand came up to stroke her hair lightly. “It’s just money. Could’ve lost a lot more than that. You’ve got to lose sometimes to appreciate the wins.” And without risk, would it be any damn fun? After a few moments, he suggested, “Want to get out of here? Too many of these scavenger hunters milling around for my taste.” He nodded towards his bike, said, “Glad to give you that flight now, if you want it. I didn’t have plans anyway.” Stroking her hair was like catnip to Siri, she became boneless, relaxed (Cian could’ve easily broken her then without protest) and a little sleepy for a second or two before he suggested that they go somewhere else. “Okay, for a little while let’s go somewhere else.” She had a hunt to get back to but there was no rush, the ticking clock had stopped. Caspar and Rictor she could find again in this place, as long as they stayed within the city she would eventually track them down. “Where shall we go?” He shrugged. “In my experience, not knowing’s half the fun.” It was a warm day, crowded in the streets but above them, there would only be wind to keep them company. He’d had to keep just above street level for the race, but there were no rules to weigh them down now. “Guess you’ll have to trust me to take you someplace worth going,” he said. A skim over the sea, maybe; he’d been flying over the waves over and over this past winter, until the memory of his crash into the palings had faded. Exposure therapy. The thought brought with it some dark amusement. A little fear was healthy. A lot was good for absolutely nothing. He swing his lag over the bike, told her, “Hop on.” Siri didn’t need to be told twice, her arms reaching out for Cian as if he were everything; a little adventure welcome, rolling in the waves or brushing the clouds. For the duration of the flight, Siri didn’t need to think but feel. It almost felt like running away from Something. |