Dangerous Wanderings
Somewhere in the distance, she can hear a fire burning. The wafting smoke is dampened by the steady dripping of water escaping the glass barrier protecting the city.
If she concentrates hard enough, she can almost remember what fire smells like.
Clinging to the pipes lacing the ceiling of this particular stretch of Pauper's Drop, Songbird lurks and listens. There is a whisper in the air; a tingling in the back of her mind. Maybe it's a little sister reaching out to her, or perhaps it's one of the Lambs finally calling her home. It could be neither. From her perch she hums softly to herself, hoping that this time, just maybe, there is real change coming. Her humming cuts short as she catches sight of shadows flickering across the floor. They're too small to be Big Daddies, or even Alpha series, but they smell of Adam. Curious as to their identities but wary of these newcomers, Songbird recedes into the shadows, watching as
heres--aequoreus and
bigsisterbeta
move across the street.
