If one would have seen her, they would have never imagined this was the same woman from earlier. She stalked the darkness with graceful, fluid motions of an assassin after its prey. The only thing that could possibly give her away was the perfume - but that is a risk she was willing to take. Nonetheless, Sarah kept her distance from Orsino and a decadent grin brightened up her features.
He almost spotted her. Almost. Yet when he hesitated, he still had not pierced the darkness to locate her. And so, when he descended, she quickly moved to try and catch up before he vanished from her line of sight.
Finally, as her gaze was fixated on him once more, she noticed that the satchel he carried seemed to be a burden upon his shoulder. Perhaps he was not accustomed to carrying such heavy things. However, she had to wonder, just what he was doing? Surely this was no simple stroll under the night sky. Peculiar Orsino, just what do you have up your sleeve?
To the Courtyard she went, still making sure that she was walking between the pillars and hiding behind them whenever he showed sign of turning around. There was a sound coming from him, as if glass was colliding into one another. This required further investigation.
Now, the problem was when to approach him? Should she simply follow him to his destination? She couldn’t possibly do it now, not while they were still within the reach of the Templars.
Last thing he needed was to receive a heart attack this way, she could surely think of other ways to give him one - but not like this!
When he reached a pillar that was near the main entrance of the Gallows, he faltered and lowered the satchel from his arm, rolling his shoulders to loose the tension, and triple-guessing himself as he eyed the few paces needed for him to be free, though it would be only for a few minutes and no more…so he hoped.
As a man of the night himself, thanks to his constant plagues of nightmares and worries that warred him even in his dreams, Orsino knew just who and when the Circle and, following close behind it, the Gallows fell into slumber. The first to bed was the younger apprentices, with the last to bed either being himself or the last Templar night route. The route had ended several minutes ago, but he knew better than to assume everyone followed the rules of ‘lights-out’. One to many times had he stumbled upon…relations…going on beneath the velvet cover of night, behind pillars or right out in the open.
Taking a step forward, he heaved the satchel back onto his shoulder and scurried out of the Gallows and down to the docks.
Narrow digits took a hold of the pedestal to pull her body around it, just slightly, in order to catch a glimpse of the figure. With the cool caress of the night’s cloak, Sarah continued to press further on; she was always just a few feet from reach, it was best that she didn’t get too close. He was not alone in worrying about others around, for the woman kept her senses on alert for anything .. rather anyone .. else lingering in the same shadows she found shelter in.
What draws her attention, ultimately, are the contents within the bag he was taxed with. She had not remembered seeing any bottles within his office, nothing that would cause this sort of melodious sound to ring out into the air.
For one carrying heavy articles, he moved rather quickly. Surprised, Sarah started to pick up the pace and occasionally looked past her shoulder, whilst bringing the brim of the hood lower. So far, there was no indication of anyone else following her footsteps, giving her the clear to continue without adding another layer of worry into the ravine of her thoughts.
Orsino, I wanted to go out on a walk, not a chase. The bridge of her nose wrinkled as she kept her musings to herself. It was rather unfortunate that tonight’s events unfolded like this, it was not part of Sarah’s primary plan - but what was the First Enchanter doing wandering out under the night’s embrace - when he seemed to not be interested when spoken to about it earlier?
Gathering the folds of her dress in her palms, a sly smile painted her lacquered lips and she danced with the threat of being caught by him. But what was he to do? Report her? When he himself was at risk?