[center][h1][color=F7976A]P[/color]enny [color=F7976A]P[/color]ellegrin[/h1][hr][h3][color=F7976A]Pennedi, Verdi 29, Dami-Zept 54, 1:12 HI[/color][/h3][hr][b]Location:[/b] Girls' Merchant Dormitories, Room 105 ~ [b]Potential Interactions:[/b] Carmillia Carbonneau [@Animus][/center][hr]It was during the first hour of Ipte that a letter slipped itself beneath Penny's door. She moaned and rolled over in bed, thinking it some more foolery from her neighbours. They were good fun and she'd spent a couple of hours with them earlier, but Madeleine also fancied herself a wit and did not know when to quit. Still, there was the possibility that it had to do with Arcel. He was in town, though they hadn't had the opportunity to speak like she had with father. 

She started swinging an arm out to grab one of her crutches, but stopped short and looked over first. After the morning's incident, it was hard not to be paranoid. Satisfied, she slipped it under her arm, rose, and made her way to the door. 

[color=F7976A][b]"1201A Brandenmeier Place,"[/b][/color] she murmured, reading what was on the envelope as she picked it up. [color=F7976A][b]"Mr. Gaston Normand."[/b][/color] 

The teenager scowled, body language almost pouty. She knew those codes. The first one meant that this was to go to the Eskandish contact. She did not know his name. The second one meant that it needed to be done immediately. Was it truly so urgent? She sighed. She knew that it was. It was politically sensitive. She took a couple of steps back, fixing her hair into a semblance of order and already starting to change clothing. The walk was not particularly long, but it was late, she was tired, there were stairs, and... [color=F7976A][i]by the Pentad, yes, the girl with[/i] one leg [i]had been someone's first choice to bear this message.[/i][/color] Penny did not know what was in it and told herself that she did not [i]want[/i] to, yet she burned with curiosity. Presently, she finished shrugging into a simple dress and riding cloak. She did up a few buttons and fastened a tie around her waist. [color=F7976A][i]Best not to know,[/i][/color] she told herself, taking a moment to slip into her shoe and out of the door as quietly as she could.

The nighttime air was cool and clammy on Penny's skin and an almost-unnatural mist hovered amidst the great shadowy spires and towers of Ersand'Enise, shimmering and ethereal in the light of three pale moons and one in blood red. She stopped to rub away some goosebumps and pull her cloak tight around herself, continuing onward. The eyes of animals watched her in the darkness, gold, lime, and orange. Once every minute, the beam of St. Elmo's Light swept across distant rooftops, brightening them before continuing out across the sea. Yet, it was not that light which concerned the young Perrenchwoman most, for looming there over the city of the Mages like a great watchful eye was that lone light blazing in the highest window of the Forked Tower.