（ but now that he knows the sun summoner is here, he spends time looking for her. leg aching, cane sinking into the hard-packed dirt. people move out of his way when he walks, scattering like a flock of startled pigeons by nothing else but the look on his face.
she makes it easy on him — the black kefta is obvious leagues off, and so kaz seeks her out, deliberately positions himself in front of her. they parted on decent terms, but there's no guarantee, he's noticed, of her having any memory of that at all. that she's wearing the general's colors makes it unlikely she's from afterwards, though he supposes there's always the possibility that a bleak ravkan future is on the horizon.
when he rebuilt fifth harbour, he did not expect to need allies. he was determined that when he took down rollins, it would be brick by brick and he would be the architect to do it. this is a new place, dangerous in ways he's ill-accustomed to. he does not need to make an ally of her, but it almost certainly can't hurt. she reeks of decency.
(the hardest marks are the honest ones.)
kaz pulls the jeweled hairpiece out of his pocket deftly, barely seeming to move at all, and flips it over the back of his hand, its filigree delicate against his knuckles. ）
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she makes it easy on him — the black kefta is obvious leagues off, and so kaz seeks her out, deliberately positions himself in front of her. they parted on decent terms, but there's no guarantee, he's noticed, of her having any memory of that at all. that she's wearing the general's colors makes it unlikely she's from afterwards, though he supposes there's always the possibility that a bleak ravkan future is on the horizon.
when he rebuilt fifth harbour, he did not expect to need allies. he was determined that when he took down rollins, it would be brick by brick and he would be the architect to do it. this is a new place, dangerous in ways he's ill-accustomed to. he does not need to make an ally of her, but it almost certainly can't hurt. she reeks of decency.
(the hardest marks are the honest ones.)
kaz pulls the jeweled hairpiece out of his pocket deftly, barely seeming to move at all, and flips it over the back of his hand, its filigree delicate against his knuckles. ）
Do you recognize this?