Curiosity might have killed the cat, but Tuesday thought that it had gotten a few mages too.

It started with a fuzzy symbol only seen from the corner of her eye. By happenstance or purpose she found another, then another. It felt like something shiny danglers in front of her.

It was an itch.

She couldn't shake it or scratch it. The hairs on the back of her neck wouldn't lay flat.

She was being watched.

It wasn't until she found peice and five that she began to see that they were a part of a greater whole, and with that relavation she realized she was being tested.

It was chains and links. A scavenger hunt of tiny morsels left by Hansel or Gretal or maybe both.

And Tuesday a Mage, a Unicorn and never forget a Guardian followed because curiosity was something near and dear.

She was lead all over Sacramento. Places she been, and to places she hadn't, but should of.

It took her weeks to find the pieces, and weeks more to understand them, and even longer still to wrap her mind around it all.

It was blatant now that she knew. This was a tour. A kindness. Even if bile stared to rise, forcjbg her to choke it down.

They didn't want her in Sacromento for much longer.