[No part of Fitcher's wardrobe selection for the evening is exceptionally black, and the figure she cuts there on the stairwell landing where they've arranged to meet is more sleek than it is rakish. The bottle green draped coat with the sable trim and rich red layers beneath it would appear far better suited to loitering about some Hightown party than they are to robbing one, but one should never disregard the possibility of what might be secreted away under skirts.
This landing is just far enough up that she doesn't much concern herself with the threat of cut purses or Carta thugs. Instead, she is smoking whole she waits— puffing along on her pipe and studying the view through a low section of the retaining wall whuch looks down onto the night-dark smear of the harbor below.
The air is damp but not cold. The season is readying its change.]
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Date: 2022-03-05 06:18 am (UTC)This landing is just far enough up that she doesn't much concern herself with the threat of cut purses or Carta thugs. Instead, she is smoking whole she waits— puffing along on her pipe and studying the view through a low section of the retaining wall whuch looks down onto the night-dark smear of the harbor below.
The air is damp but not cold. The season is readying its change.]