[ Even for someone disinterested in the state of this world at large, some things are impossible not to notice, like the clear signs of a recent occupation. For once, she isn't looking for a fight (though if one finds her, so be it) but rather, information. She isn't here to help one side or hinder another; of the two options, she knows it's Zenith who can give her what she wants, rather than just restoring the status quo... but before she commits, Mordred intends to make sure it's to the winning side.
With a (swiped) piece of fruit in hand, she sits atop a fence and takes stock of an outpost near the cornerstone, assessing the comings and goings of soldiers and civilians with a deceptively casual air. When she's done eating, she hops down, yawns, stretches, then idly tosses the remaining apple core at the back of someone's head, already walking off before they can get mad at her about it. ]
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Date: 2023-03-15 06:51 am (UTC)With a (swiped) piece of fruit in hand, she sits atop a fence and takes stock of an outpost near the cornerstone, assessing the comings and goings of soldiers and civilians with a deceptively casual air. When she's done eating, she hops down, yawns, stretches, then idly tosses the remaining apple core at the back of someone's head, already walking off before they can get mad at her about it. ]