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“Yes, lovely choice. That would go very well with your eyes.” The old vendor smiled, stretching her gaunt, lined face and revealing several missing teeth.
“It’s beautiful,” Lucia acknowledged.
The woman took the scarf and draped it around Lucia’s shoulders. “I knew it. This was made for you. You were meant to have it, no one else.”
The sumptuous material alone was worth far more than any quickly sketched portrait, let alone the time and skill that went into the tailoring and intricate embroidery. She reached into her bag of coins. “How much is it?” she asked. “Fair warning, I have only limmeas with me.”
The vendor nodded. “Two silver limmeas, then.”
Lucia’s brows shot up. “So little?”
“It would be my pleasure to know my creation will be worn and appreciated by a lovely girl like you.”
Lucia handed the woman three gold coins instead. “Take these and know I will wear it with pride.”
All the old woman could do was stare after her, a gleam of delighted surprise shining in her eyes, as Lucia continued on in her new purchase.
Next, she lingered at a busy stall displaying beaded tunics, all of them far too eye-catching and colorful for anyone in Limeros to wear in public. Still, she found herself drawn to one in particular, soft and tailored to look like a hawk’s silhouette, and ran her fingers along the seam.
Someone bumped into her, and she turned to see a handsome young man with wide shoulders and sparkling eyes. “Oh, apologies,” he said.
She tried to ignore him, turning back to the hawk tunic.
“Lovely shirt,” he said. “Don’t you think? A bit too Auranian for my tastes, though.”
“I don’t much feel like conversation today. You can be on your way.”
“Oh, come on. It’s a beautiful day . . . not as beautiful as you, of course.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Very well, as you wish. But before I go, I need something from you.”
She turned to glare at his smiling face. “What?”
He nodded at her drawstring purse. “That.”
She sighed, feeling sorry for the aspiring thief who chose to bother with her today. “You definitely need to—”
But before she could finish, the man yanked the purse right out of her hand with nearly painful force. She gasped, and he covered her face with his hand and shoved her backward, sending her crashing into the tunic stall.
Then a familiar shroud of darkness descended over her.
She looked up to see the sky quickly clouding over as she rose to her feet, then scanned the crowd for the thief, ready to light him on fire and watch him burn.
He thought he could steal from her?
He would never steal from anyone else ever again.
She had him clearly in her sights, but before she could unleash her magic, the thief tripped and fell, hard, to the ground. Lucia rushed over and joined the crowd forming around him.
; • •
Kyan followed her outside. “Lucia, stop.”
“It’s funny, really.” Lucia laughed, but it sounded as humorless as it felt. A storm was brewing inside of her, one she couldn’t wait to unleash. “What was I expecting? To discover a nice, normal family, with a mother and father and siblings who would be happy to have found me again? How ridiculous.”
Kyan took her by her shoulders. “I know your frustration and disappointment very well. You need to use it to make you stronger. Use everything you feel—both the good and the bad—to give you power.”
