[Short girl. Glasses. Chiron's eyes cannot be on the watch all the time for whoever it is he's spoken to through the communications channels, but damn if he doesn't try.
So small wonder that Prelati sticks out easily, and that she...finds him first. He ca't respond before one of the buildings crashes in on it's own fragile frame, sending embers of the fire spitting outwards in every direction. Chiron cringes at the noise before he can respond.]
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So small wonder that Prelati sticks out easily, and that she...finds him first. He ca't respond before one of the buildings crashes in on it's own fragile frame, sending embers of the fire spitting outwards in every direction. Chiron cringes at the noise before he can respond.]
Your arrival, yes. What you just saw, less so.