[P] pray angels get you through,

[Nerezza]

Nerezza had not been a citizen of the night for very long. Her entrance had come at a lucky time, she supposed. A new sovereign had been crowned and in the shift of power she had been able to secure a small shop for herself. It was dusty and dark, lit only by the barest of candles. It was perfect. The last thing Nerezza wanted was to be noticeable. It was only by hiding that she would remain alive. Even now in this new land she was sure they would come for her. If they didn't run like cowards at the first spark of magic, that is. Standing in the shallows of the lake, Nerezza was poking around in the muck with her trusty dagger. She had learned over the years that travelers often wouldn't stop to root around in the mud to find something they dropped. Whether it was because they were busy or just didn't want to get dirty was irrelevant to her. She needed something in her shop. Odds and ends was right up her alley. She pulled a small broach out of the water with a dim red gem. She placed it on the grass nearby before returning her attention to the water. "Umph!" The sound caused Nerezza's head to shoot up as her eyes scanned for the source of the noise. Eyes of the brightest blue widened as she watched another come careening down a slope. The closer he came to the shore the more hurried steps back she had taken, the water rippling and pulsing around her in small waves. Had she not been so terrified perhaps it would have been humorous seeing the stallion so caked in mud and debris he looked like a monster from a fairytale.  "You can't be serious." Like a deer in headlights she remained still now, the water rippling around her still. It was only when his gaze landed on her that she released a breath she had not realized she had been holding. He didn't look like he was from her homeland. And it certainly seemed like he lacked the fine coordination of those she had been chasing. Swallowing her fear, Nerezza stepped forward. She moved through the water as she approached the shore, making sure not to slip on any rocks below her feet. "A-are you hurt?" Her voice was soft, barely more than a murmur but despite her hesitance there was a worried expression etched across her sharp features. @Saudadji