The butterfly didn't suspect a thing. Bris was careful to be as silent as possible when she'd caught sight of her nephew, his small form doing its best to be stealthy in stalking Giddy's clueless and colorful prey. The woman bit her lip as mischief sparkled in her eyes, and she carefully placed her satchel on the ground as she tip-toed up to the house nearby. Bulky satchels full of books and heavy daggers had no place in ninja-type manuevers.
Gideon had no idea she was there. A playful smirk stretched across Bris' lips as she eased out from the corner of the house, drawing herself closer and closer to Giddy with every step he took toward the butterfly. The wind was with her, blowing her nephew's familiar scent to her and taking hers away from him. The Stormbringer crouched down on her two legs; stalking was a bit more awkward in this form than it would have been on four legs.
Giddy's patience in stalking the brightly-painted butterfly impressed his aunt, but she matched him in her endurance. Every time he stopped, she would stop. Of course, Bris' legs were much longer than her nephew's, and he was far too focused on his colorful victim to notice a large figure sneaking up behind him. Completely in the spirit now, Bris grinned to herself as she waited for the right moment. Just as she saw Giddy tense to take his leap at the clueless bug, Bris pounced!
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