[h1][color=lightblue]Carina Rodericka[/color][/h1]

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Why did criminals always have to go stomping about at night?

It was a rhetorical thought, mind, but it kept Carina's mind entertained for a moment while the hastily assembled group was walking along, following their lantern to the location of their goal. Some idiots playing at fae poachers, tempting the wrath of both Witch and Wild, lucky them the former chose to get involved first. Trying to trade in fae dust by exploiting the smallest of their kind, which would have been reason enough to go make some heads roll without even considering the breach of diplomatic gestures between those of a civilized nature. It didn't make her terribly happy to be stomping about as the sun set, and the insects began swarming even more than usual, the humidity practically sinking in between the gaps of her armor and making her painfully aware that her current attire would serve her very poorly in a sufficiently warm environment, a quiet huff of annoyance at the feel of a trickle of sweat down the back of her neck as she walked with the vanguard of the group.

It was a fitting place for Carina, given she was the only one of their number to have any sort of armor, though she was not the only one armed with more than a wand and a broom. Her armor, a black that settled into the night nicely, matched her robes well, giving her an uncanny ability to blend into the shadows should she stop stomping along for a few moments. Of course, the amount of black steel, the heaviness of her footfalls, and large sword slung across her back all indicated that she would be about as stealthy as a beast of burden turned loose in a shop of fine wares. Her thoughts were interrupted by the ramblings of one of her fellow witches, one dressed even more heavily than she was, though rather than armor it was all thick cloth and woven headwear. How could she stand to be running around in something like that with how humid it was right now? Whoever had trained her hadn't thought to train her how to speak plainly, though, even if she didn't seem to be wrong.

[color=lightblue]"They damn well better be close, wouldn't call anything the daft bastards are doing as stagnant though. Rotten sure, but didn't sound the kind to just sit around sucking on their thumbs."[/color]

Carina was impatient at this point, sure she had been put through an accelerated training regiment to catch up compared to some of her peers that had been proper Witches their entire lives, but that just made her that much more eager to actually do something beyond study and train. Hard to see how much she improved if all she had to beat up on was a training dummy or the off hand comments of spectators and teachers. Now was about damn time to prove she could be just as useful in the field as anyone else, even if she was among peers of similar experience. Whether they had the drive or not was another matter completely, but if nothing else they could attest to her own capabilities. More importantly, they had fae to rescue, so the fact it was taking this long to find the criminals was even more frustrating. Worst of all it was boring stumbling around in the mounting night, so the sooner they could get to doing something the better.