@crawleymade -- ;
it had been an exhaustive sojourn to the kenway mansion , its periphery seemingly on perpetual guard by templars whom stalked its grounds like panthers anticipating birds to come alighting on its grounds . it was nightfall when she sat perched upon an eave dangling over a courtyard nearest to it , mentally calculating her approach . the moroccan woman was suddenly disturbed from her surveillance as she lowered the mask guising the lower portion of her face .
‘ i think we should really stop meeting like this , sayidi , ‘ she simpered at the taller male .

















