ambitixsus
〘✽ — It was darker than usual; the ambience that accompanied the night was loud. Pace was quick, her feet swiftly guiding her way down the broad street, dodging the small but bustling crowds she passed. The months spent here had her familiarize herself with the setting—still, a certain individual would ridicule her, opposing her claim. Her lips pursed into thin line, visage contorting slightly as she thought of her. Cynthia expected nothing else of Severa; since their childhood years, she’s has acted as such—but this persona persisted with most individuals she addressed.
Halting her steps, the Pegasus knight glanced around the market—eyes peering in hopes to see the red head. “… Oh!” A whisper that had passed her lips when she recognized her through the press of people. Pushing her way past groups, Cynthia fared in closing the distance between them. “There you are!” She paused momentarily, stealing a peek at the bags Severa had been carrying. “You started without me?!”