[Stocke dips his head.] If it comes to it. [But he's smiling again, faintly.] ...don't worry about me. I'll follow.
[He's good at being a shadow.]
[And he does trail after her. If Raynie's not paying attention, he seems only ever to end up in shadows, even when a street broken by sunlight shouldn't let him. But if Raynie is - conveniently, quietly, something always casts a shadow just when he needs it. A curtain from an open window flutters upward, apparently without any wind, to throw a line between the darkness cast by two buildings. A messy stack of discarded fliers darts into the air.]
[And when there's nothing convenient around - that's when Stocke flits, momentarily, into some pitch-black, inhuman shape. It's barely a flash at the corner of someone's eye - it vanishes into the ground, or into the side of a building, reappears past the blaze of sunlight, and is Stocke again so fast it might almost seem like illusion.]
[Though on second thought... with all this shapeshifting, are you quite sure this is Stocke, Raynie?]
[Either way, after a short while the shade volunteers,] ...I know somewhere safe. [He doesn't add anything else; if Raynie doesn't take him up on it right now, he's plenty content to just tail her.]
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[He's good at being a shadow.]
[And he does trail after her. If Raynie's not paying attention, he seems only ever to end up in shadows, even when a street broken by sunlight shouldn't let him. But if Raynie is - conveniently, quietly, something always casts a shadow just when he needs it. A curtain from an open window flutters upward, apparently without any wind, to throw a line between the darkness cast by two buildings. A messy stack of discarded fliers darts into the air.]
[And when there's nothing convenient around - that's when Stocke flits, momentarily, into some pitch-black, inhuman shape. It's barely a flash at the corner of someone's eye - it vanishes into the ground, or into the side of a building, reappears past the blaze of sunlight, and is Stocke again so fast it might almost seem like illusion.]
[Though on second thought... with all this shapeshifting, are you quite sure this is Stocke, Raynie?]
[Either way, after a short while the shade volunteers,] ...I know somewhere safe. [He doesn't add anything else; if Raynie doesn't take him up on it right now, he's plenty content to just tail her.]