What do you see when you walk down a busy street?
Well it depends doesn't it? If you just have had your heart broken you will see happy couples everywhere, if you are thirsty you will notice every store that sell something drinkable and if you just seen “The Birds” you will glance at the doves once or twice.
A young women was making her way along the busy afternoon street. She wasn't looking at the happy couple strolling past or even the doves. She was watching people, but not all of them, some were mostly ignored. She didn't glance at the muttering hobos or the laughing children on their way home from school. Her gaze seemed to be reserved any grown person that could be classified as normal. Her green eyes never really met anyone's gaze, but she searched their face, how they moved and what they wore.
And might seem strange that s women who seemed as well adapted as anyone in the street. She vass tall and lean, wore a nice but-oh-so-last-season coat, jeans, sneaker and she had a red laptop bag strapped over one of her shoulder. Her hair was dyed a coppery red, and kept in a neat ponytail and she wore just a light touch of make up. In good day someone might describe her as cute in a cute but not in the sort of way that that made people look twice. She look to be about 25, a normal nice middle class girl. Well as normal as anyone got if you didn't watch out for the sparkling aura. At the moment it was a suspicions lime green together with an mot intellectual calm sky blue.
Our mage seemed to be heading toward at the city library at the far end at the street but doing so with only someone who wasn't familiar with the city did. The ebb and flow of the streets wasn't familiar to her yet. A small polite smile sat on her lips as she made her way, when an old man almost walk in to her she froze for a second, an imago beginning to form in her mind before looked at his face, forced herself to relax, she shook her head and steeped aside.
“I'm sorry.” Tvivel said. She had a soft voice but the two words spoken was enough to hear hat she had some kind of melodic accent. German maybe. She smiled once more softly, avoided the old mans gaze and made her way towards the library.