Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 22:26:19 GMT -5
Silvio did his best to act nonchalant as he left the inn. He hadn't told anyone where he was going, and made sure that as few people as possible saw him leave. He was dressed in plain clothes of his usual greens and browns, though today he had quite a bit more brown than green. All the better to hide in. He thought to himself, keeping his head down to avoid recognition. Every now and then his eyes flicked up to avoid colliding with one of the townspeople in the bustling marketplace. He sidled into a poorly lit alley and stood for a moment, listening. Hearing nothing out of the ordinary, Silvio eased quickly and quietly onto a boarded-up windowsill and vaulted lightly onto the roof.
He remained in a crouched position and scampered from rooftop to rooftop. On every building he retrieved a few bundles of feathers stowed away in some obscure nook or cranny. By the time he reached his destination he was grinning from ear to ear. He lay on his stomach and wiggled towards the edge. This roof was more or less flat and thus prevented the bargainers below from spotting him unless they were purposely looking for a figure on the roof. In addition, it hung over the street, protruding past the stalls.
Silvio eased a few feathers into his fingers and slowly extended his arm, keeping an eye out for anyone who looked like they might have noticed him. He opened his palm and withdrew his arm, watching the feathers float down, down, down. Once they landed, either on the ground or on someone's head, the arm snaked out to release more feathers. Yes, Silvio was going to have fun today.
He remained in a crouched position and scampered from rooftop to rooftop. On every building he retrieved a few bundles of feathers stowed away in some obscure nook or cranny. By the time he reached his destination he was grinning from ear to ear. He lay on his stomach and wiggled towards the edge. This roof was more or less flat and thus prevented the bargainers below from spotting him unless they were purposely looking for a figure on the roof. In addition, it hung over the street, protruding past the stalls.
Silvio eased a few feathers into his fingers and slowly extended his arm, keeping an eye out for anyone who looked like they might have noticed him. He opened his palm and withdrew his arm, watching the feathers float down, down, down. Once they landed, either on the ground or on someone's head, the arm snaked out to release more feathers. Yes, Silvio was going to have fun today.