05-27-2017, 06:39 PM
Betimi ascends the ladder into the street and to her companions at least it is visible that her demeanor and posture instantly changes.
No longer the confident, aloof being she is below ground, she reminds those observing of a cat, worried that its tail might get stepped on. She instinctively moves close to the walls of the street, under any overhang or shelter she can. It is as if she is afraid of the sky itself.
To a stranger it might seem she is just trying to avoid teh center of the street, perhaps to stay out of traffic, but those observing her closely will see the glances skyward, and see how she lingers wherever there is an overhang, as if afraid to abandon it.
"Let us move quickly, we do not want to delay and let our profits rot with that body."
No longer the confident, aloof being she is below ground, she reminds those observing of a cat, worried that its tail might get stepped on. She instinctively moves close to the walls of the street, under any overhang or shelter she can. It is as if she is afraid of the sky itself.
To a stranger it might seem she is just trying to avoid teh center of the street, perhaps to stay out of traffic, but those observing her closely will see the glances skyward, and see how she lingers wherever there is an overhang, as if afraid to abandon it.
"Let us move quickly, we do not want to delay and let our profits rot with that body."
