The Chariot ; Throme
Laughing, twirling, changing winds. How they played against the rooftops and the trees. Whoosh, the breeze.
Then suddenly, the breeze bored her. The Chariot shook it's head. Wandering was getting boring. And that mask that she'd been told to capture was no where to be seen. What a pity, it would be so fun taking them on too. Her sword was so hungry too. It would be starving by now.
Sighing once, she scaled easily up a tree, briefly considering a squirrel before discarding thinking about it. She was so bored. Maybe Itex would fix it when she went in to meet with whatever emissary they sent this time around. Maybe. Just maybe she could go in with her mask on, and see what happened to those who ended up late.
She wasn't going to be late this time, after all. The jingle of the alarm on her phone warned her she should start moving, but the Chariot let herself look around from the height of the tree first. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring.
As she scaled down from the tree, she remembered for a brief moment about her currently odd coloured eyes. People would probably wonder at a girl with red eyes running down the street. Shaking the concern aside, she slipped Caledflwch into the Kendo sword case, and took off running. Most people wouldn't get a good enough look anyways. And really, she didn't care. Who could care when you ran as fast as the wind? Not that she was. She was sensible enough not to run too fast.
... Maybe, just a little.
She grinned. It wasn't fun not to take a dare. Soon enough Brio loomed up, and the Chariot smiled. On time, this time. Maybe she could surrogate the odd interloper from last meeting to make things more exciting. Steal some apricot whateverthatstuffwas. She was hungry anyways.