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She raised an eyebrow at him- at the last sentance, mostly. "What?" She asked, but he was leaving. She shrugged and stretched again, wincing slightly at a dart of pain--she really ought to stop stretching--and looked at her spear. She sighed, and left it as it was, then got up and head for the stares via the bar.
The men there found their drinks far hotter than what they'd been expecting...
She smiled and leanedagainst the wall before trying the stairs. People to get past at the top of the narrow stair, but she could handle that as long as she didn't trip. Which she wouldn't be surprised if she did.
But as long as she didn't, she could find her room, and go to sleep.

Sachi slipped past the two on the stairs and looked at the doors. She looked at her key, and then found the matching door and went inside. She had good eyes, for the dark, and didn't light a candle as she found her bed. The earplugs were specially made, and rarely, rarely used. In fact, she planned on not using them tonight: there were to many strange things going on for her to take that much away from her awareness. Her spare pillow would just have to do.
With that thought, and the shedding of her shoes and overshirt, she collapsed under the covers, a pillow jammed over her ears. Her red-pink hair drifted across the bottom pillow, like a pink river, and her strange violet eyes were closed, their curtains drawn. A smile, small but present, rested in the corve of her lips, and she settled the unusually (to her) thick blanket over her body, drifting asleep almost before it came to rest over her contours.

If Sachi had seen it, she would have blinked once, and commented that that looked like the funnest way to sleep, and then gone to find something else to do.
But she didn't see it, so that's all besides the point. Sachi slept, half way between the shallow waters of dreams, and the deep ocean of true sleep. It was a precarious balance of shifting waters, images flickering in and darting out, like the silvery fish that swim in the shoals, glimmerings interspersed with dark.

And there on the roof, lay the young wizard, Waku. He was asleep but his face was turned towards the moon. Luna was the only thing he missed from his home. It was amazing that this place had one, too. He had come up here to sleep under her, as he had every night since... that day. The day he had lost everything. He always kept his feeling about that day under his shell. He was almost emotionless, now, under it, but that girl, Sachi, had easily almost broken it. In sleep, Waku's face showed confusion and deep sorrow, the very things he hid when awake.

He found someone already ahead of him, the roof wouldn't be that nice if the hat guy was disturbed... somehow, he felt out of place... with all the people sleeping and such... he looked around the walks to see any activity.

And found the spell girl, the one the black cat stays most of the time...

She sure is active this time of night.

Fuuya stealthily jumped from the rooftops and fell down the soft and slightly wet cobblestones below. He quickly catched up with Rika and tapped a shoulder, "Hi... can I join you in for the walk?"

He tried to follow her. Mostly out of curiosity, and something to do this time of night. They ran through the winding alleyway chasing a being that could hide itself in shadows.

"What is that by the way?", he dared ask. Amidst the pants and short breaths he doesn't seem to find any animal that looks like that. What was that thing anyway? How is it connected to her?

He felt sorry for something. He was with her the whole time they were chasing the beast. But their efforts turned out to nothing.

As she sat there, screaming, he could only do but watch. Slowly he went close to her, reached out and patted a shoulder, and broke the spell that hides his wings from the rain.

The marvelous wings opened wide and curved forward, and as he slightly bowed to her, it covered her from the harsh rain that poured the streets.