Hasibe's house tends to have a lot of foot traffic, but today, there has been none. It's quiet around Amaryllis, except when the up-and-coming actress who lives there comes out to sit in the autumnal sun and shiver against the breeze, two things that tend to go together this time of year. No matter how bright the sky looks, the actual temperature reminds her that things are changing all around her. If she looks closely, she can feel it, the dying and recharging of their bodies by their individual cells; had she not been blessed with a re-binding of her power, that sensation would come to her unbidden.

Anyway, it's not as though she really feels the cold.

But she pretends.

She takes her sunglasses and her dog and goes back inside the house, slipping off her shoes, barefoot in a long white tank dress that is opaque until the hips, and then becomes gradually more sheer. The hem is some sort of magical silk that is downright opalescent, like a glimmer of water and transparency by her lower calves and ankles.

No one would think that she is waiting for something, or someone. But she is, and she's been feeling a little bit strangely toward his circumstances today.

(They all lead dangerous lives, and she would never try to change it.)