<div class="floatleft">(http://mehwhatever.com/profile/pics/marathefau.jpg)</div><strong>Name~</strong>Mara Capra<br/><br/><strong>Job~</strong>(https://s10.postimg.org/x9itnt1fd/banners4.png)<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>15 September, mid-afternoon.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>John Smith, open<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong>n/a<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Pupils elongating to horizontal rectangles, Mara watched the man as she tiptoed behind him. Her gait was quiet, harkening back to her youthful days in the forest and having to navigate the woods stealthily. Granted, she wasn’t trying to absolutely not be seen or heard. She just wanted to watch and see what he was up to for a little bit. Confidence bolstered by the fact that this was<em>her</em>turf for once, not his, the space between them shortened as he stepped outside.<br/><br/>Pupils retracted in the sunlight back to a smaller rectangle- almost appearing circular to those none the wiser. The smell of the outdoor space momentarily distracted the woman. Taking in the space, a small smile tugged her lips up. It truly was a sanctuary, a place to get away from it all yet still commune with nature. Two sparrows flitted about, unbothered by the presence of fae or otherwise. The modest sized water feature created a meditative sound that filled the space in an unobtrusive way. Mara let out a small sigh of contentment, then sucked in her breath in a gasp when she realized the sigh was audible. Clamping her lips shut, her face bunched up in frustration. A masterful spy she was not. She idly hoped the water feature and the sparrows chatter were enough to drown out her sounds. Otherwise, the human male was likely to know he wasn’t alone in the courtyard.