Corrin ignored the hill again, heading towards the city walls. He didn't want to hear his father talking his ear off, but he didn't want to head back to Sachse after they'd left the conversation at that. His friends couldn't know anything, so that left him to sit by himself. Maybe he should've asked Remon for that sap he was always chewing so he wouldn't be wholly bored. 

Oh, who was he kidding? No one outside of Remon dared to try that drug. 

Corrin continued through the soon-to-be invisible dirt path to the outer wall, where he found a clearing behind a small grove of trees and sat in the grass, twirling his fingers together. Despite his blood containing fire magic, he felt comfortable in nature. Maybe Yael or the Planet was looking out for him. 

Corrin shut his eyes, listening to what was around him. The screech of a bird. Leaves fluttering in the breeze. The calm winds and- 

Twigs crunched under a foot and Corrin stood as fast as he'd been trained to, unsheathing a knife and holding it up towards the twigs. 

"Who are you?" he asked the darkness. "Ozul, reveal thee!"

Stepping cautiously around the leaves and twigs, he walked towards the spot and saw a shock of black hair step forward. He turned the knife, so the blade and handle was centered with the individual's neck as he stared down at a girl, bag slung over her shoulder.