[TW: Discussions of sexual assault.]
No warm bed that night. Misae had spent her day avoiding notice because apparently, her master's guard was here, and now they were aware she was here, too. She had the money for a room now, thanks to the crazy man earlier, but she wouldn't dare check in.
After all, if you were looking for someone, what was the first thing you'd do? Check with the inns and taverns. Spread a description of the person around those areas.
Misae had no doubt that's what they did, and so instead of checking in to a warm bed and hot meal, she was out here, in the slums, wrapped up in her many layers of clothes that covered everything but her eyes. She didn't need to wear it now; it was night, so there was no threat of sunburn. But it was safer this way, so no one recognized her.
Walking the quiet streets, she found a spot against a wall--someone's ramshackle home, probably--and saw the ground there wasn't too dirty. She checked that no one was around, that the area was empty (well, save for a prowling cat), and took a deep breath. Empty. Good.
Time to work.
With a sigh, she sat with her knees to her chest and tipped her head back so she could look at the sky.
The stars were bright out tonight, and the moon was full, the sky clear. Misae's vision wasn't the greatest, but she didn't need good vision to make out the brilliant spots of light.
Or to work her magic.
Thrusting her sleeve-clad arms skyward, Misae focused on the moon, focused on drawing down some of that light and concentrating it into a tiny beam before her. The moon saw everything, even what her elder sister sun saw, for they often shared the same light. And it was that light that Misae drew down and bent, transforming from a shaft to a tiny sphere that she cupped in her palms, bright and almost blinding as it lit up the dark alley.
Misae squinted as she looked at it--though not directly at it--and focused, putting the image of the one she was seeking in her mind. Hopefully the Sisters had seen something today, and she would have a clue as to where he was.
Slowly, as she concentrated, an image began to form in the light, dark and hazy, but gradually gaining color, form. Misae held her breath, and willed it to manifest faster.
Hurry!
The light was bright, and it would attract people. When this was done, she would have to move, and move fast.
The guards, after all, knew they were hunting an astromancer.