She’d been asleep for a while, hours, in the very least. Dreams were touched by shade and ice claws of the past, turning over closed eyes are bathed in the low light of a lamp nearby, stirring her further from sleep. There is an emptiness nearby and a peek is hazarded. Laine is sitting on the edge with her legs dangling over it.

   Slow to sit up a drawn yawn pulls free and Elianna scoots over to be besides the Warlock. Resting her head on Laine’s shoulder words had been quiet in question, and given the answer she lets a soft sigh ease out.

   He cannot help a deep sigh that rolls out through his chest, a gentle tapering growl meeting at the end of his breath, Ether mask diluting low clicks that dip into words that always felt so foreign on his tongue. 

   Echo did not often leave the safety of their shop to wander about the City, people were quite unkind to those that were strange. So being pelted in the back of the head by a snowball wasn’t a complete surprise. Shaking their head to clear the powder from their cloak Echo continues on without looking back. Though even with a rather incredible patience there was little to stop the turn and glare when not one, but three more smack into them.

   All four eyes narrow until they realize the attackers are also armed with blunt objects of various sizes. Pulling a rather bold move Echo turns back around and continues on forward, going around the corner and getting ready to run but end up almost tripping over someone. Taking an awkward step to not fall over the Guardian they glance back and then to her again.

i don't think he's behind it and i hope he's not dead leAVE THE NICE MAN ALONE BUNGIE

The hunter had been reading a tablet on top of the railing when she looked over and saw some familiar robes.