It was about twilight when Jasmine started to head home. She was in the slums tending to the orical statue. God knows noone else was. She walked absently out of the watdr district. Her head was throbing again. She ran into someone, literaly and gasped. She took a step back and blinked "Ah, Im sorry sir"
He’d whipped around at the impact against his back, his weapon halfway up before he realized the shape wasn’t a guard. Lowering his gun again, he scowled, forcing his shoulders to lower again.
“Watch where you’re going…” he grumbled, ears pinned back.