[ Live long enough, and you'll see almost everything, at least once, in one form or another. She has yet to gather the dust that comes with the centuries the Knights of the Order have. But she is harder to catch the interest on trivial things, anymore. Her body is old, her mind had aged older still. So she takes everything she ears with a grain of salt. Devi and Finley bring her things, whispers, gossips, where they are in the places she is not. In turn she directs them from there. Almost, she thought to dismiss it until she heard the particular turn of it - struck twice by lightning. It peaks her interest. There is plenty miraculous in the world outside even the Blackwater. Not something she acts on immediately, but something she keeps an ear to the ground of - which is how the word reaches her, of solid work, that had rumor attached to it. Almost as much as she did. ( Tiger-hearted woman, blood drenched queen, fire fueled rebel ).
So she doesn't so much intercept, as puts herself to be in the way of. Devi is close by, hidden, as are the few others she trusts when she finds - not a legend about a boy with lightning skin, but someone running hard, and running fast. maybe not scared, but too early to know that.
There were after all, only so many things worth truly running from in London, and she met them all with blade in hand most days. So she waits until he turns a corner, too far into whitechapel, all blockades and dead ends unless someone knew where they going. Someone like her for instance that in the moment, he runs into that dead end, there she is, stepped out of the shadows. ]
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So she doesn't so much intercept, as puts herself to be in the way of. Devi is close by, hidden, as are the few others she trusts when she finds - not a legend about a boy with lightning skin, but someone running hard, and running fast. maybe not scared, but too early to know that.
There were after all, only so many things worth truly running from in London, and she met them all with blade in hand most days. So she waits until he turns a corner, too far into whitechapel, all blockades and dead ends unless someone knew where they going. Someone like her for instance that in the moment, he runs into that dead end, there she is, stepped out of the shadows. ]
Lost, boy?