It was a risk walking in Connnlaoth, but life without any risks was boring. Rime walked through the city, faintly contemptuous. So this was the city that hunted magic users. She had expected better.
It was a pleasant enough place, much to her astonishment. From the tales that her sources had brought her, she had expected a dark and gloomy city, where Mordecai prowled and swords flashed, ending the lives of those who knew the ancient mysteries. It was certainly growing darker by the minute; the sun was setting, after all. As for the rest...well, the city seemed rather cheerful to her, and she hadn't seen any hunters or swords.
She paused, seeing a girl, perhaps around seventeen. It wasn't the girl that attracted her attention, but the stone in her hand. It was so pretty, a deep blue. She watched the pendant, entranced by its movements like a serpent by a snake charmer's flute.