The night was warm and cheerful, as it always was. The glass moon hung in the sky overhead, and somewhere in one of the buildings she passed, music played.
She passed the outer wall of Icarus as she walked, the glass shimmering in the moonlight as she walked. She would become aware of a skittering behind her as she moved, quiet and rustling.
The mouse who had come to her door was following her, his silver gears turning in his legs as he trotted behind her.
He looked up at her. She would be able to study him, and her clockworking skills would fill in some gaps. He was made of a silver metal, a little unusual in the golden city of Icarus. His eyes appeared to be Carnelian, and they studied her intensely as he scurried to her feet, looking up patiently.
He squinted at her for a moment. "I gotta be honest with you," he said after a moment, cleaning his whiskers. "I don't remember his name." The mouse's voice was strangely pleasant to listen to. It was slightly nasally, but it was gravelly and sarcastic. "It's been a while."
He frowned as well as his face would allow. "Well, I didn't expect you to reply either, but I'm not sitting here telling you about my speculations of your intelligence."
He didn't respond at first, crawling along the glass that marked the edge of Icarus. His metal plates squeaked as he moved past the glass. "Do you ever think about what's outside of here?" he asked, lifting his front paw and resting it against the glass.
