Lucille
"...Good choice, staying quiet." She turned her eyes back to the path ahead. He was practically her bitch now, she could sense it in his very heartbeat. Perhaps it was far easier to act high and mighty when you had the stolen powers of others backing you up, eh? Regardless, she spurred Borra forward a bit faster, still being sure to keep the dampening field up. She had neither the aid of the Aquila nor of Ginny, but Des's eyes were a fine middleground between the two, and as they made their way, it wasn't long before he spotted the hollowed alcoves of the bell tower. With a squeak, Lucille had his sight as well, and they headed towards it.
Before long, Despereaux had also pointed out the form of the angel atop the facade. Bora came to a halt, fur beginning to blend in well with the darkening streets... honestly all he needed to do to avoid sight was avoid any of the open light fixtures set up for the public's convenience. Silent as a ghost, a lurking shade in the darkness, he was like death incarnate as he stood there, only those burning crimson eyes visible. Lucille put two fingers to her mouth and gave a long blow, the sound of the shrill whistle nigh immediately bending and contorting itself into a purely directional beam that shot up towards the Mage's perch, audible to him, and him alone in the night, filling his ears as loud and clear as if she were right next to him.