[The fact that Summer and Ezar both wind up atop the same tall building in Sumarlok has a very "what were you doing at the devil's sacrament" vibe to it. Obviously it didn't take her long at all to be drawn to the prospect of being so high up, and while theoretically she would've been perfectly content to just hang around up there and admire the city view from the clouds looking downward, that all changes when she's suddenly not alone on the roof.
She doesn't hide, strictly speaking, though she doesn't go out of her way to make herself noticed, either. Quite the contrary, she sort of gravitates to the shadows and stands there beneath the shade of an awning, mostly just getting herself out of the way to watch and observe and see what he does.
(At first blush, she assumes he's coming to brood. Then, as he hops up onto the edge of the parapet, she remembers he said he was a dragoon — though he's not wearing his armor, so what —)
...
Oh.
He hurtles over the edge — yet not with any sort of unhappiness, but with purpose — and in a split-second's time, Summer arrives at her own equally stupid decision.]
Stay here, Ultros —
[She bids her ever-faithful criminal of a mammet, even as she's running for the edge with similar practiced ease and diving off after Ezar.
...She's. Probably got enough of a handle on Amethyst magic to catch herself. Most likely. Yeah. It'll be fine.]
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She doesn't hide, strictly speaking, though she doesn't go out of her way to make herself noticed, either. Quite the contrary, she sort of gravitates to the shadows and stands there beneath the shade of an awning, mostly just getting herself out of the way to watch and observe and see what he does.
(At first blush, she assumes he's coming to brood. Then, as he hops up onto the edge of the parapet, she remembers he said he was a dragoon — though he's not wearing his armor, so what —)
...
Oh.
He hurtles over the edge — yet not with any sort of unhappiness, but with purpose — and in a split-second's time, Summer arrives at her own equally stupid decision.]
Stay here, Ultros —
[She bids her ever-faithful criminal of a mammet, even as she's running for the edge with similar practiced ease and diving off after Ezar.
...She's. Probably got enough of a handle on Amethyst magic to catch herself. Most likely. Yeah. It'll be fine.]