Return to Vanessa

You zip back through the streets to the tavern, passing through a crowd of faces both confused, and eager and excited, heading in slowmotion in the opposite direction towards the market. You plop back down in your seat in front of Vanessa and time resumes.

Her eyes snap towards you as you appear out of thin air. Her lips curl into a sly grin.

“What did you do with them?”

You gently slide the bowl of soup on the table in her direction.

“You can scry, right? The marketplace, two streets over.”

Vanessa smiles, traces a gesture in the air over the liquid, and you can see the outlines of a vision start appearing in the bowl in front of her. She gazes in, and places her fingers over her lips as if to stifle a soft gasp: “oh, that’s quite a sight indeed. The collar is an inventive touch.”

“I knew you’d appreciate the details. From one artist to another.”