The trail was clear and Lasciel followed it without as much as a thought towards the people she crossed paths with. Some whistled after her, some threw insults her way, most simply gaped and gawked, but nobody was indifferent. It simply was not possible. A creature like herself on the loose was bound to get noticed, and not just for her barely-there clothing.<br/><br/>Noting only the odd supernatural along the way - the hunters behind her, growing fainter with the distance; a werefox cub in animal form that eyed her warily before slinking away; a young witch just returning from ritual, all psyched up and vibrant, that would have made a delicious morsel on another occasion - Lasciel reached the edge of Samuel's circle of wards. It would feel like the Berlin Wall to others, but for her there was a big gate made of pure thought, readily admitting.<br/><br/>Smiling to herself, she went on, her bare feet silent on the gravel path, until the house itself came into view, and the lone figure on the porch.