Re: Downtown Weston Streets
Katy walked.
So much had happened in such a short time, from her turning on her closest friends, discovering a futuristic daughter, and the latest: The death of her mentor, her friend. There were few things in the world she understood more than the loss of a partner. Being in the Weston PD, to be considered a veteran you had to lose at least one partner. Psyche had gone through two. One killed by a Para who didn't have full control over his powers, the other caught in a crossfire between rival gangs.
Still, having been through it before didn't make it any easier. Helena was her closest friend and ally. She'd snatched Katy up right as she was discovering her powers, helped her hone her ability to control it, direct it, help people with her ability, and eventually to join the Legacy. She believed in Katy when no one else would, when no one else would believe in her. Katy could count on Helena to vouch for her, no matter what it was.
She sighed as she walked, fighting back the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to burst forward. She was frustrated that everyone she knew was being cut down, or being taken away from her. She was tired and hurt that she was still recovering from her attack from Brain, and she couldn't help.
Katy put her musings aside, taking in the metropolis of Weston Downtown. Simple, people going about their business, not even paying attention to the off-duty officer in the blue blouse and ripped-at-the-knee-jeans. But they were paying attention to an apparent draconic being floating up into the air.
Sighing and shaking her head, Katy looked up and stared directly at the being, smirking slightly and shaking her head. A slight movement of her hands and the dragon-being would feel a telekenetic force bearing down on her. Almost seemingly unawares of the others flying, or outright ignoring them completely, An extremely powerful mind-voice bespoke the Dragon (Fiona).
Weston's a strange place, to be sure. But being seen in public in such a large form is...disconcerting to others. Please move your friends and yourself somewhere else, away from...prying eyes. She bespoke.