Tiffaney found herself in a tree. Fleeing from the strange women mage she couldn't help but worry. Now she understood why the lady never wore augmentation permanently.
She felt like she was completely naked. Devoid of clothes, knowledge or any sort of defense against a primal aggressive world.
"It's good to remember. I'm glad I carry one anti-personal device on my person. I should ask mom for something low key, it should be limited to a city block if I ask that way."
Sighing, she watched the setting sun, a reminder that she was still free.
Elsewhere the young magus Nightengale was occupying her seat in the plaza. Around her there was an area devoid of others as if barricade had formed.
It was first just a single mom with her daughter that created this distance.
"Don't become like that person." As she dragged her daughter away, the crowed formed a bubble around the young mage in moments.
