Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Myra nearly fell off of Bohw's shoulder, startled by this development for quite a few reasons. She peered over at Mayor for but a moment, then nodded. Her telepathy was still trained only on her allies, but she amplified her mind's voice in Watson's mind in particular. A parting gift, of sorts! "...Right. This bird's gotta fly! ...Good luck, Mayor." Without further ado, Myra quickly jumped off of her perch and took to the skies above, staying clear from the guards attempting to detain them. Seeking refuge on top of a roof beside a chimney some turns in the road away, Myra attempts to cast a cloaking spell of sorts on herself so that her magic cannot be detected or tracked.