Amari hisses out a short breath between her teeth, squinting as she hurries forward on nimble feet, slipping between the others in the crowded road and heading further into the city. A red hat bobs up ahead, taunting her. It disappeared once, popped back up into view, and vanishes again. Someone jostles her in passing, the guard scowling at her for the not paying enough attention to where she was going, and she grimaces, muttering apologies.
When she looks back up ahead, the person in the red hat was gone.
She grumps to herself, folding her arms across her chest and coming to a standstill in the middle of the road. Should she try to run, give chase? That would likely only draw more attention to herself, and the last thing she needed was a guard on her ass. There were so many distractions here, people and noises everywhere. Now that her target was gone, she picks a new one, starting to walk after a woman carrying a basket of vegetables and perusing the wares at the market.
Amari shoo's off a merchant that reached for her, trying to make a sale, and keeps her eyes on the woman, trying to avoid bumping into anyone else this time. "All part of the training."
She reminds herself. "Keep track of them, but don't lose your focus on the crowd. Don't get-"
Her words are cut off as someone else runs into her, eliciting a quiet growl from the Boiche as her shoulder is knocked back, and she almost loses sight of the woman between merchant stalls.
Operating in a crowd was not her forte. You want someone to sneak into a place unseen, drop down from a balcony and take out a target in the silence of the night, she's your girl. But this? The noises, the shadows and movement all pulled her in seperate directions, and when she focused too hard on the target she picked for this practice, everything else vanished in a sort of tunnel vision.
"Hektor is going to expect a report back."
She sighs, knowing she had to continue. It was for the best, and she trusted the older mage's judgement. If she could learn to navigate through the chaos in a crowd, practicing to stay aware for battles to come, her chances ofsurviving Cyrodiil were much better. She squares her shoulders, trying to widen her vision and keep her focus on the woman while still watching her surroundings, and starts again.