[b][color=fff200]Siara Volnert[/color][/b]

Siara almost flinched at the physical contact, her body tensing, almost coiling itself up, as her mind briefly shifted into battle mode before quickly remembering where she was and who she was with. Seeing her partner's upturned, doe-eyed look, Siara felt all tension melt away. Wistfully smiling, she placed an affectionate hand over an affectionate hand over the back of Allie's head, ruffling her hair a bit as her other arm wrapped around the girl's waist and pulled her even closer. Siara had always appreciated Allie's comforting presence. Her silent affection, or at least that was what she had assumed, reminded her a lot of the old house-cat she used to play with back when she was still but an innocent child. So much that she had unconsciously taken hold of the girl in the same way she had used to embrace her cat. 

[color=fff200]"Sorry for spacing out."[/color] Her smile turning a bit more cheerful upon hearing the ongoing chatter happening in the comm links. It seems their ever-reliable leader already has it handled. 

[color=fff200]"Hold on tight, Allie."[/color] She cheerily reminded as her wings unfurled to their full extent, its alabaster scales, that were arranged to look like feathers, shimmering a mystical glow. A bell-like hum reverberated through the air, as their feet slowly left the ground and became aloft. Then, after reaching a certain height, with a graceful twist and a single beat of her wings, Siara flowed gently and swiftly into the alleyway with an elegant dive, negotiating its narrow space and tight turns with relative ease and poise. Only when they left the alley, did she spread her wings again, gravity magic hard at work to rapidly bleed their momentum, bringing them to a complete and instant halt just beside the factory's entrance. 

Silently landing on the side, Siara released her partner. 

[color=fff200]"Let's wait for the others."[/color] She said, even though she already knew that was a given. 

[color=fff200]"I wonder what kind of job we got this time."[/color] Siara wondered idly as her wings began to retract, its scales sorting themselves like decks of cards, sliding above one another until they were sufficiently compressed enough to enter the compartments on her shoulder blades. She then brought out a white double breasted coat from her belt satchel to wear over her intentionally-cut-open-on-the-back undershirt. It was a fashion she had adopted after being forced to fight literally half-naked in one of their missions.  

[color=fff200]"Any clue?"[/color] She turned to her cherished friend, still giving her clothes some final touches.