Starhorse

Mimic You Dumasara | Chau | Adelaide October 1896 Dumasara was in a hurry, as she often was. She carried only a small bag of supplies today, and was making a brisk trip back to her office, cloak fluttering behind her. She took a byway into the gardens; the streets weren’t particularly busy, but the gardens were even less so, and she didn’t want to deal with crowds right now. It was with some dismay that she noticed someone was tailing her, after a while. They weren’t even trying to be subtle about it, either, matching her step for step just a ways back. When she finally stopped to confront them, they said nothing in return except what she’d said to them. After being parroted for a few moments, she sighed in exasperation. She just needed to get back to her study and finish her work, really, as quickly as possible. She shook her head, turned, and carried on. So did her follower. This grated more and more on her nerves as she tried multiple times to shoo off her following mimic

It was strange to walk the streets with a blade concealed in her coat. Every few steps she tightened the belt to keep her coat nice and snug around her, as if it might fall out if she weren't careful. And really, it might. It was heavy steel and bigger than she would like. She caught a glimpse of herself in a shop window and sucked the air in through her teeth. She looked quite ridiculous.