She moved at a steady pace, and her expression remained calm and focused. Beside her walked another person, their head turned slightly toward her as they spoke. Lavayla responded while holding a rectangular device in her hand, nodding as they spoke, but her primary attention was fixed on the rectangular object. Her fingers moved across its surface, tapping and sliding as she continued speaking without breaking her stride.
The device was larger than the ones he had seen outside, its surface glowing faintly.
They drew closer.
Mirek did not move.
His eyes remained fixed on her as she approached, every detail of her appearance clear. He watched the way her hair fell over her shoulders and the precise way she placed one foot in front of the other. She showed no sign of hesitation and no awareness of his presence.
When she reached him, she passed within arm's reach, a floral scent arising in the air as she moved by.
But she did not stop.
She did not turn.
