Even in Glacia, it was starting to get on into the autumn. Jono stood in the window for a while, watching as the lights in Sidra were lit, though the streets grew more desolate as darkness fell through the city. It had become his evening routine while he was in Kaeleer, at least on those nights when he was planning on going out with Morton. The later they set out, the better, and the fewer people left in the streets?
Another witchfire streetlamp was lit, and he pulled on his gloves - black leather, of course, to go with everything else he wore. It was still early in the evening, the sun set much earlier this time of year than it had only a month ago, but that meant that there was no hurry to get to where they were headed. And not hurrying was the best thing for them. After all, the best way to draw attention to oneself in the Sidra streets was to look as though they had somewhere important to be.
[For one! NFB for distance!]
- The Estate, Sidra, Glacia, Tuesday Night Fandom Time