There's no immediate footfalls that follow the cry for assistance. As Jim takes up his position, there's an echoing thrum that he'll receive - a score plucked up from the thousand tongued voices, a suggestion and a mark. What the presumed hunter might perceive is piecemeal for the moment, but it doesn't matter much. It'll get clearer in a moment.
There's a shadow that drops toward the mouth of another alley, the shaking out of heavy fabrics. There dusk wind is lit with the scent of copper and sun-warmed sands. It crackles as it spreads.
And then, it stops.
For a long beat, there's nothing else that shifts. There's nothing else that moves. But, Spock is certainly there. He's just waiting for the other "shoe" as it were to drop.
Does she move toward where the shadow was? Or does she scan elsewhere? ]
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There's no immediate footfalls that follow the cry for assistance. As Jim takes up his position, there's an echoing thrum that he'll receive - a score plucked up from the thousand tongued voices, a suggestion and a mark. What the presumed hunter might perceive is piecemeal for the moment, but it doesn't matter much. It'll get clearer in a moment.
There's a shadow that drops toward the mouth of another alley, the shaking out of heavy fabrics. There dusk wind is lit with the scent of copper and sun-warmed sands. It crackles as it spreads.
And then, it stops.
For a long beat, there's nothing else that shifts. There's nothing else that moves. But, Spock is certainly there. He's just waiting for the other "shoe" as it were to drop.
Does she move toward where the shadow was? Or does she scan elsewhere? ]