Once inside the city, Ira and Seraphine immediately took the lead, pulling ahead with the energy of two people who had found their element and had no intention of slowing down for anyone.
Leon and Vyra fell into step behind them at a more measured pace, watching the two ahead navigate stalls and crowds with entirely different styles — Seraphine precise and deliberate in what caught her attention, Ira practically vibrating, her head turning every few seconds toward something new that demanded her immediate focus before something else demanded it faster.
They'd stopped at a clothing stall earlier, then a jewelry vendor, both choices driven by Seraphine and Ira with the unified conviction of people who had spotted something they wanted and considered the matter already decided. Leon had paid without complaint; he was too rich, which was the correct response.
