Dustfinger looked stupidly down at what she was giving him. “I don’t understand.” He replied quietly. “What are you giving this to me for?” That kind of charity was not often passed to him, and even so, it hadn’t been since he was a boy. He was slightly irritated that she was acting this way and wanted to shove it back at her and tell her exactly what to do with it. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the commotion.
Taking the food when she ran off, he trailed after her, meaning to give it back. Stopping dead as he took in the scene, his heart pounded hard in fear. He didn’t know why he did it, but he hurried forward and caught up with her—she wasn’t hard to spot after all. “Come with me.” He breathed, grabbing tightly to her hand and yanking her off into another direction. Leading her in a roundabout way through the alleyways of Ombra, he took her to a hiding place that people didn’t often think to look—the rivers of the dye works, which stank as terribly as they looked. Only when they were clear did he stop, looking over at her. “Trouble follows you, doesn’t it?” He muttered reproachfully.
“Wench!”
“Come back here!”
They were causing quite a commotion when making their way through the crowd and pushing others aside. Sarah moved quickly, but did not run or wedge her way through these denizens, she was not rude despite of the pursuit. For a moment, she did curse quietly at the fact that they could easily track her down.
She glanced down a few times, making sure Aunduin was still at her side. But, of course he would be, the wolf was swift in his movements, dodging people came with ease to him. For Sarah, she nearly bumped into a few bodies while glancing past the slope of her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her pursuers. But something stopped her dead in her tracks and drained her features.
“Witch!”
Did she just hear that correctly? She could deal with wench and other profanities that were far worse. But, to call her a witch stung, it was an insult that fanned the flames of anger. Sarah turned around completely and narrowed her gaze at the men coming her way - so focused she was - that she had not seen Dustfinger’s quick approach.
“So, you want a witch,” the words burned as it left her lips. Looking adjacent to her, Sarah saw she was surrounded by pools of water that lingered from the rain from early morning. Fingers began their gentle circular motions in the air while lips mouthed quiet words in the air. The closer they were, the more active her fingers became as water gathered up in a steam, going up to meet her hand.
But it was Dustfinger who had disrupted her just as a few drops had graced nimble fingers. Her body jerked into the direction he was now leading her off to and it caused her sack to shift, sending some of her bread into the air. Aunduin quickly adjusted to the sudden motion and even plucked a black loaf into his maws. Sarah did not register what was happening until he had hidden her in an area she was completely unfamiliar with.
Which she could understand why she would have never thought to pass through here. It smelled terrible.
It was he that stopped her from exposing herself, once her shock had come to pass, she would be a bit more grateful. But, for now, she stood silent, staring up at his scarred features. Once she had calmed herself, Sarah covered her mouth and nose with her free hand to try and shield her nostrils from the smell.
When speaking, she was muffled slightly, but hoped he could understand. “And you follow trouble,” if he couldn’t see the smile, he surely could hear it. “That was quite the rescue, Dustfinger. I thank you for it, but you risked getting caught by them, too.” Her eyes met his gaze for a moment, but broke free to look at the rivers.
Her stomach twisted in knots.
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