The night air carried her along with it, being as slight and lost as she was, and in tune, she followed it.


A store. Bright and beckoning in the night-time. The hours when she walked alone and listened. Pleasant, refreshment.

Into the door she walked, listening to the tinkling of the bell. A welcome that struck a chord. How she loved music.


"I don't suppose anyone is here, at this hour, but I should like a signature on my wrist"


A mouse-small voice, grim face lowered. The scribe peered about from under her brows.

"I don't have tea, at least, well" , and a silk enclosed finger rose to tap her chin. "At least not at this hour, for I'll never sleep"

An impish look, peculiarly shy.


"I might have a water, if you would please"

A bow of her head and she sat. Tyedyed cloth, cowl and shawl and skirt spilling about her knees and ankles, flared at her wrists. The design was like X-Rayed bones, or reflections upon stone thrown from water.

"Thank you"

Eerie blue eyes lifted to follow the woman about the store as she prepared the drinks.

The small lady of the mouse-like tendency moved her neck to the side as if to swerve quickly her eyes from that stare and her mouth from a response. But a brave, might thing she was.


"I followed the wind. And, I would say, something other than but a breeze"


Holographic eyes, so careful in what they caught and concentrated on, so piercingly blue, wandered to the door as she thought on what to say next. How to best decipher her reason in coming. Her mouth was open to show she was yet to continue.


"I met you on a stairwell in a bar on the very outskirts of the town 'Stone"

Her voice rolled eloquent. It was trimmed with the lilt of one who sang. Sweet and long and high.


"Do you remember?"

Her gaze grew intent and locked onto Lerida's, as though to provoke memory. Her shoulders were tight and her knees were knocked together, ankles out to the side, and while appearing awkward she radiated nothing but certainty.

A whisper...

"It was you to whom I was bid, magic woman"

"Fear nothing. Do not be a magnet for all you distrust"


The scribe swallowed.


"I will be a messenger. A maid. Anything you need, Lerida. Let me help"


Cool, silk-clad hands reached out for Lerida's and she then rose from her seat, clutching the other woman's hands tightly. Her youthful features appeared incongruous with the ardent colour of her eyes. Old eyes.


"You saved me. You were a friend. I have learnt that not all of one kind makes it a singular mass. That each has the choice to be unique. To be themselves. Unto own boundaries"

A flush of pink to her cheek and she fell to her knees gracefully in benediction to Lerida, still clasping her hands, and kissed her knuckles.