Chapter 512 - Chapter 512 - A Scent Of Mischief, Fierce Threat, And Utter Sincerity

Atop the graffiti covered basalt arch on the cliffside, a tired brunette sat down on a little seat she had crafted and brought up there many months ago. Designed somewhat like a single-person, basket hammock of plant fibers and wood framing - held up in the air by extruded steel pipes that had been clad in copper - and anchored to the stone with *excessively inefficient* Adhesion mimicking discs that would allow her to unstick and modify its exact location whenever she wanted. She swung her feet dangling from the cradle with eyes closed, needing this break from the last… long period of activity.