Avishraa Reloaded

Planning for the theft took some time - or rather, Evrith sitting in one place with her eyes closed browsing through futures had taken some time, since it was hard to escape the idea that Evrith didn't plan in any real sense. “The future eats plans for its dinner,” she'd said, to which Shyriath appeared to have taken offense.

The sun was almost directly overhead, so there would be no cover of night or shadow, and it would cause an enormous delay to wait for some to appear. On top of that, Oraa itself was surrounded by low stone walls - trivial to fly over, of course, but this would almost certainly attract notice. Only foot traffic going through the town gates would fail to draw suspicion.

As they approached the town in the distance, Shyriath sought clarification. “Permit me to understand: you want us, two Chosen and a xtauh, to just walk through a guarded gate into a takma settlement? That's your idea?”

Evrith glanced at him in irritation. “But they only care about Chosen. They don't often see xtauh in these parts, and hardly ever have to fight them. All of us are smaller than other takmar, so someone who can't see our heads might not notice that we're not all the same kind. So we all approach the gate with cloaks on and hoods up, as if keeping the sun off our heads. If the guards ask to see one of us, Anuwi uncovers his head. You, I expect, can alter their curiosity so that they don't ask to see our faces, or get too certain that xtauh aren't green.”