To proceed, she needed viable resources. A proper understanding of the world she was up against, and knowledge of where she could place her first foot forward. Unknowing much of the world in the years following the Whirlwind and Chelchis’ own demise while being at odds with the Vanguard’s decision-making, Cybele took time to adjust in desolate places across the universe; hiding among foliage and cavernous maws each landscape provided. Unknowing of her watchful eyes, she was able to discern much from local settlers, aware of the presence of guardians who she now would have also considered kin. She didn’t, not after observing everything they believed to be justified, but it was for such reasons that she went starside, acting in retrospect where she could.
In such a case she waited — stalking through every long shadow at a distance to observe their actions before advancing and potentially intervening. She had observed them for some time, following for days to affirm or denounce her own suspicions.
With her rifle lowered to her hip, Cybele skirted around the perimeter of the building they entered, head dipping lowly beneath the broken windows to match the guardian’s pace. Disturbed chittering from nearby Eliksni was drawn to a low hush with a swift movement of her hand before ducking back into a long shadow cast by the building itself.
Her emergence would depend on the actions taken by the travelling hunter, and so it was on bated breath that she remained concealed. ( @redceyed )
