This was Tezcatlipoca's time, when he would go out and wander, let the night winds wrap themselves around him. He had no fear of the dark, he was the dark and the night. And he had his magic to protect him against anyone that thought to challenge him. And so he walked the pathways of this park without fear, hands stuck in his pockets, long hair flying out behind him.
He caught the sense of another like himself, one that could do magic, but...different. It made him raise his head and look around curiously. There were so few like that left alive anymore, and his curiosity tended to win out almost every time.
It turned out to be a woman with dogs at her feet, sitting on a bench, for all the world like she'd been waiting for him. She didn't look like much of a threat, but appearances, more often than not, were deceiving. "Hello," he said. "So it's you, the one I sensed. Unless there's more with magic about?"