His legs propelled him through the rows of verdant life, the air fragrant and heady. Noah manoeuvred easily around people browsing and chattering idly, the only one in the place who walked with a mission. His dark clothing stood out in the colorful space and Nevada heat. Then he spotted her, the petite blonde huddled over vivid, lush roses as if she could discern their secrets.
The pyrokinetic approached slowly, almost reverently. He knew exactly what to say, had been provided the script. "The Dark Lady has sent me," Noah spoke in his subtly accented English. His gaze dropped down to her finger.