Silver Street West
Halycind found herself outside staring at two directions laid before her. The Fifty-Foot-O-Rope was definitely right. So her left foot lead her on her way.
Travelling back to their Inn, she was happy with her time here in the Blue & Silver City, for she had drank till her walk was sideways, ate of an animal that swore her death, and spent the shadow-rising with an Agency full of heroes. What she’d most enjoyed was having fallen for someone like her good-hearted mage-boy and had tasted of a kiss so enamouring she'd thought she might die if she felt him again. Halycind giggled to herself now, feeling more alive then she had since leaving Cashtiel near a cycle ago. And about to show her childhood friend just how much she wanted him.