August walked through the market quietly, his dark blue eyes jumping from booth to booth. Gold coins jingled in his purse, and he tucked it into his pocket.
During her time, Silvia had learned many in things in this life and the past, mostly more magic. Her purpose, however, had changed, and she was tasked with conversion.
"The sun is," he agreed, eyeing her curiously, "but he seems content to sit in a field all day, playing his instruments, ignoring his duties."
