Red. The color of blood. It was almost perfect in a strange way that the first person Mag happened upon in such a hauntingly familiar place was entitled as such. She liked it. It was much better than Blind Mag, that was for sure.
"The pleasure is mine, Red," the diva breathed, her lips widening into a more true smile. She was glad to make this woman's acquaintance. There weren't many Mag could call friend. Since Marni's unfortunate death seventeen years ago Mag had been utterly alone. The most famous singer in he world and yet she was always by herself. The Largo clan was insatiable and domineering, she didn't care too much for all of that. Life was too short. Far too short.
At the rest Mag nodded, listening to the explanation. All of that was beyond the singer, magic and science both. Things better left to those that understood how those things worked.
"Thank you for the information," Mag breathed, taking another glance around at the street. The City. What a basic name, something simple for something entirely complex.
"You wouldn't know where there are places to stay, would you? If The City provides as you say." Did one just wish? Simply think of a thing needed and it appeared? How curious.