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[color=SteelBlue][i]"Just follow the ice, and we'll be close. If we get separated, keep your thoughts open so I can find you. Easy enough?"[/i][/color]

<Phew! I can follow you by smell, I think. Your sightbend has ozone. Leave the ice for the hunters, though.> Akagalcia was indeed some kind of drunk, but she kept tracing her hands lightly over bar patrons and against tables and chairs as if practicing some strange sensory trick to stay balanced. When they came outside with the door closed behind them she dropped to a low crouch with an audible -pop- from one of her knees, always keeping one of her hands touched to the ground as she very nearly [i]pranced[/i] after Rave.

Rave lead them down one lley that opened into a small, empty yard connecting to several more, but Akagalcia stood back up about two thirds of the way. She stayed away from either side of the alley, avoiding anchoring herself so that she visibly swayed with the evening wind and the faint reverberation of shuttles and frigates pulling into one of the docking pylons a few blocks away. They couldn't have been in Nova for more than forty minutes or so, but already air smelled cooler than when they'd gone inside for food. Perhaps, though, Akagalcia thought, that was just local, as though the splash of Rave's cryokinesis were a splash in the pond and putting out waves.

Akagalcia heard the first pair of footsteps after almost ten seconds of staggering farther toward the yard Rave had probably passed into, but didn't turn back. By the time she staggered out of sight of the alleyway, seven figures were trailing behind her, each jogging quickly to where Akagalcia waited, crouched, with a feral grin. <One of them is holding something. You were right to arm. I hope copper-hair is not with them...> She had her kukri in her free hand, still keeping her balancing hand palmed to the ground. She was perfectly still.