Zephyr looked at the piano player – a larger guy, clearly skilled with his fingers – he was certainly eye candy. She hoped he was the “handsome man” they were looking for, but she doubted it – it was probably the skinny pretty boy holding the violin. One of her companions talked to him, and she saw the suspicious look come over his face. Yep, the pretty boy. Why did everyone go nuts over those types, anyway?
They followed him to his hideout. A touching reunion followed, and though she was glad to see the two siblings reunited, she couldn’t quite bring herself to focus completely on what was happening. She was on edge , she could feel something coming. And come it did. They tracked the monster, hunted it, fought it, hunted it some more. She cast the words of magic she had learned in the forest, and was still surprised to feel her senses heighten outside it.
Yet there was no mistaken the sensation of heightened sense, of knowing her place in her surroundings and almost feeling the flow of life around her. The monster was disrupted that in its own way, and she took off after it as it escaped. They found it, crushed it, did their job. She was happy. She thought she’d left this feeling behind for now when she agreed to join the Guild.
And then the boy suggested they see his “mentor”. Great. Nothing could go wrong with that.