âAye, It appears to me, milady Emmeryn, that if they look for us out here, then the best plan of action would be to move somewhere else. What say you?â
Sayâri tapped her forehead to Emmerynâs, once again gathering up the trailing ends of Emmerynâs robes to lift her from the seat. Though swiftness was of the essence, Sayâri was as gentle as she could.
Even though Sayâri had thought so before, she never ceased to marvel at how such a woman of strength was so featherlight. She took off at a slow pace at first, mindful of the noise of her shoes upon the path. eventually finding the corner at which they had first leapt to freedom through an opened window.
A guard was posted there, inspecting the footprints like a blunder-fingered member of the city watch. Sayâri chuckled, quietly.
âMilady, how do you suggest I be rid of him?â she asked, âFor I might throw stones oâer him to distract him up the garden path, but I fear his ears are blocked so that his eyes might see.â
Emmeryn had blinked, startled a bit and momentarily by Sayâri tapping her forehead to Emmerynâs own, but then sheâd smiled. While Sayâri wondered at how light Emmeryn was, Emmeryn wondered herself at the ease with which Sayâri maneuvered with such a burden in her arms.
She watched the way the guardsman inspected the footprints of their first escape, and considered. âDo you know how to throw your voice?â She whispered, tilting her head up to bring her lips closer to Sayâriâs ear. It was a sincere question, as Emmeryn had once learned it as a terrible child, before her childhood had been taken from her, in a time where imitation magic was as exciting as the real thing that she could call to her fingers.
âI knew the trick of it once, but long years have passed since then.â Perhaps she should have said nothing.
It lacked a certain thrill, somehow, but perhaps throwing stones to draw his attention and then to make noise away from them to draw him off would be the best plan.
Still, their escape and their adventure had brought a bit of recklessness to her heart, so Emmeryn leaned close enough for her lips to brush skin, and she professed, âI would defer to your judgement, adventures were never my realm of expertise.â