Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-5583506-20191008155426

The Retroriffic Man wrote: The cloak settled on Kashya, hiding her features well. The smell of the cloth reminded her of Senchal. The cotton used, smelt especially like the cane growing around her place of birth.

Majsha, meanwhile, seemed none the wiser because even as she turned her head slightly she didn't appear to notice Kashya following her.

Eventually she wandered down an alley that seemed to lead to one of the golden spires that stretched out over the city wall, near the edge of the precipice. Kashya was hot on Majsha's tail, and didn't even make a sound as she moved. The soft paddings on her feet made her footsteps as subtle as the flight of a feather caught in a gentle breeze.