Nill studies the draconian’s hand for a long moment, then slips out of sight.

A few seconds pass, then there’s the scrape of quick steps across the roof. The pixie drops, catching a windowsill on the way down. She moves through a series of precise jumps before letting herself fall the last few feet, wings fluttering just enough to soften the impact.

She stays crouched for a moment, adjusting her hood to make sure it’s secured on her horns. Her head snaps to either end of the alley, wings flaring slightly as she scans the shadows.

When she finds nothing, her wings settle, and she stands.

Nill steps closer to Storm, but not quite within reach. She stops there, making no move to perch like she usually would.

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