Patrol the Freehold

[Whisper]

Things could be worse...

Things could be better...

Lately Ion felt tugged in every direction. The more she tried to maintain that mortal side, the more she realized it was all a lie. She was not not human anymore, that was stolen away, but she was not entirely of the fae either. She did not know what she would become, but she had no choice but to continue pushing forward.

She had run countless miles through the streets of Sacramento, and still had countless more in her. Part of it was looking for threats to the Freehold, but the temper within the Levinquick had been provoked and stiffled frequently, and another part of her was looking for a fight. She slowed the pace down as she hit some heavier foot traffic, moving from her quick jog to a brisk walk. Taking the small respite to her advantage, she opened up her bottle of water and took a long sip.

Ion's eyes dart about as she looked for anything out of the ordinary...anything that could be a threat...anything that could lead to a fight...

[Whisper]

"Sup..." With a nod of her head she greeted the Summer Sovereign. She screwed back on the lid of her water bottle. Even at a brisk walk, her speed was readily apparent. All too often, she had to mentally focus on toning it down. With the Summer Sovereign joining her on her self imposed patrol, she began to jog once more to match his tempo and pace.

"How are things?" She dryly inquired. Elementals were not known for their social grace, and Ion was no exception, but she still tried to spark up a bit of conversation.

[Whisper]

"I am alright..." She held the water bottle in her hand and considered for a moment the merit of going out and buying a camel-back. Shaking the distraction away she glanced back to the Summer Sovereign. "I haven't seen them yet either..." The pace felt slow to Ion and it was easier for her to carry a conversation and maintain a steady breath.

"Did you down that threat alone?" Ion asks in regards to what he had said during the Summer meeting. She wondered what his little jaunt into the Hedge entailed, so she could match it.

[Smudge]

"Will you jus' fug off!" the stinking hobo yelled at the flock of pesky pigeons that were eyeing up his half eaten burger, which he coveted in his scarred hands. It must have been old because small green bits were appearing on the bread roll but the Ogre didn't seem to flinch as he bit into it, chewing down the stale burger. The pigeons seemed to cock their beaks at him and regard him with some scrutiny from their beady eyes. With a huff and a puff, Smudge finally gave up and threw the burger at them.

"Fine! 'Ave it, ya vultures!"

With guitar case over his shoulder, Smudge stood from the bench and wandered away from the squabbling birds, catching sight of the two Summers. Giving them a chin jut, the Ogre joined them. "Hey."

For Smudge, it was a glowing welcome.

[Whisper]

Ion caught sight of the spectacle and instantly recognized Smudge from the soccer game they played a while back. Ion may have found the antics humorous or potentially disgusting, but her mind was firmly planted in the Hedge.

"I wouldn't miss it..." She tightened her grip upon the water bottle for a flicker of a moment, her words trailing out softer. "It is a much needed outlet..."...for my anger... Her eyes dart to Smudge as he joins there jog. Her thoughts shift away from tomorrow to rest firmly in the present.

"Smudge..." With a brisk nod of her head she continues. "How are the..." With a wave of her free hand below her lower torso, she tries to make him recall where the ball hit without putting words to it.

[Smudge]

"Me balls? Betta, thanks."

Smudge looked sidewards to the pair, wondering why they were running seeing as no-one was chasing them.

"Er, are yews both being followed or som'thin? Or is this one of those fuggin' fitness things?"