[b][s]Silsila[/s] Om[/b]

Om's digits punched into the stone with ease, iron-hard fingers digging into giving stone like a shovel into clay, leaving clear indictation of her path as she wound her way up the wall. It only took a few seconds, and she was gone over the side, towering over poor Soot.

[i]So this was the girl who humiliated me.[/i] Thought Om to herself as she stared down at the gal, looking up at her with her resigned, steely gaze. She was so small compared to the Host's true form of towering iron and gold, so small and obviously totally freaking out? It was like a bear holding a grudge against a sparrow. Just looking at her made Om feel ridiculous. It made her entire outrage feel ridiculous. Why did she care what these people thought of her, anyway!? Had she softened so much under Merov Ekh's yoke?

"...Okay, nevermind. This is dumb." Om said despairingly, putting her hands to her head for a moment, rubbing her temples as steam snort out of her nose. Her long ears twitched--was the thief queen coming after her? Om turned to face her, reaching out with an arm blindly, looking to grab Soot and hoist her into the air with one arm, another of her four hoisting up Ill-Omened Star.

"How'd you even become an insurgent, anyway?" She asked Soot, not honestly expecting an answer.