@ZerothThis was a better view.
The sky was clearer here, and the air was too. The chattering of the masses turned into background noise, and she could hear more clearly the cooing of pigeons who shared this space with her. Snapping her grimoire shut, Kreszenz strode onwards unimpeded, a spring in her step out of necessity as she leapt and skidded from tile to tile, roof to roof, until finally, the road ended with the Coliseum before her.
There was a brief moment, looking down at the drop below, where she wondered if it was worth considering her childhood fantasies again, of leaping off cliffs and floating down to safety with nothing more than a bedsheet as her wings.
A ragged cloak such as this, weighed down by damp and dirt would certainly be too heavy though. And she was in the presence of another as well, an individual even more wildly-dressed than she was, one that practically embodied the outlands of Clover Kingdom. If the woman kept her mouth closed, if she had ran a comb through her hair, if she had washed up and was dressed in finery, she may have made quite a fetching lady on a social occasion. But people had their place, and it was no sin to be comfortable in it.
“Kikka was impressive at a distance,” Kreszenz responded, her eyes narrowing at the sight of how the congestion of humanity only grew worse as crowds were forced through entrances too small to accommodate them cleanly. She fingered her own wooden plaque briefly, gauging the distance between the last building and Coliseum itself.
“I have no competition though, huntress. And I reckon that until you open your book in service of the nation, it would be best not to treat fellow aspirants as opposition either.”Perhaps that was simply a sign though, that the lightning-eyed lady did not consider any others worthy of consideration to begin with. More blatant of a sign, however, was that she did not see her conversation partner as someone worth delaying her journey for. Without any more acknowledgement towards the woman beside her, Kreszenz took in a deep breath, perhaps to enjoy the last bit of fresh air she’d have before the din of the Coliseum’s spectators and participants no doubt washed over her, and she pointed towards the statue at the top of the stadium.
The Leichenberg heiress grasped her cloak tightly, gauging her path down. The main problem was that even if the three-story drop was entirely manageable, she’d be hard-pressed to land her feet on something that wasn’t a fellow human being. The Coliseum, on the other hand, was simply too far to reasonably lightning-leash herself there in a single leap, not unless she wanted to charge up the spell so much that she turned herself into a stain against the walls. Where could she…oh.
There was a gap.
No point in hesitating then.
One step off and she dropped to the second floor. A quick dash to build momentum, and she leapt off to connect with the wrought-iron hanger of a tavern’s sign, which flexed (or perhaps broke) just enough for her to get the angle right and perform a second jump that covered enough distance for her feet to touch solid ground.
Strange that a simple difference in temperature would cause others to be so dissuaded by it, but then again, the smell of burning pines dissuaded insects in the same way. Without particularly caring for the dress-chewing peasant (maybe she was hungry, maybe it was cultural) that also shared this pleasant cool place, Kreszenz finished the final stretch of her journey to the Coliseum in this manner.
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