Despite his shock and surprise, Rowan is more graceful than this. He just can't take his eyes off what looks like Citra, which makes bending down to grab hold of the leash and unwrap it from around his legs a little difficult. He does it though, and weaves his way between the two annoyed Darrow citizens.
He stops short a step away from Citra.
It looks like Citra. She's dressed like Citra in what can only be scythe's robes, her bright color standing out in the shadow of the alley. It has to be Citra. Except nothing in Darrow is ever as it seems. It could just as well be some other person with her face. Couldn't it be?
Please don't let it be someone else.
"Citra?" Somehow, his voice doesn't crack. But his disbelief is plain.
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Date: 2019-03-17 11:28 pm (UTC)From:He stops short a step away from Citra.
It looks like Citra. She's dressed like Citra in what can only be scythe's robes, her bright color standing out in the shadow of the alley. It has to be Citra. Except nothing in Darrow is ever as it seems. It could just as well be some other person with her face. Couldn't it be?
Please don't let it be someone else.
"Citra?" Somehow, his voice doesn't crack. But his disbelief is plain.