( Her fingers twitch as she makes her own assessment. Considers the positioning of every sailor, glances quick to their feet. A flick of her wrist and black thread may spool into the air, wrap around their ankles. Lock them in place until she, they, decide what comes next.
All unnecessary, though her guard remains.
It can't be that easy, so whispers her unease.
She takes her leave once they are given the opening, allowing no moment of double take. Emilia's gaze gives their surroundings a methodical sweep, lingers on their interloper's frame. Lan Wangji's voice is low but discernible from where she stands close. Her own voice is whisper-light, but decisive. )
I can float him down.
( The bare bones of a plan forming, so long as they continue to move quickly. )
no subject
All unnecessary, though her guard remains.
It can't be that easy, so whispers her unease.
She takes her leave once they are given the opening, allowing no moment of double take. Emilia's gaze gives their surroundings a methodical sweep, lingers on their interloper's frame. Lan Wangji's voice is low but discernible from where she stands close. Her own voice is whisper-light, but decisive. )
I can float him down.
( The bare bones of a plan forming, so long as they continue to move quickly. )