The light rain pattered listlessly down on Ciarcainan, drumming out tunes on his clothes and skin, making the scent of the iron-thick city seep into his skin. He shuddered at the thought and yearned for the open wilds, where everything was green. Reality was a sad substitute for memory, offering only a world of dower greys and unnatural, forced colours in the garb of the humans and the paint of the poison-metal cars.<br/><br/>He felt a droplet worm down from his hat brim towards his eye, so he shook his head. He was here now, and would be here until he was summoned back to the Mound. He had no time to be lamenting what had led him here – he had to stay focused.<br/><br/>The traffic hindered his line of sight, but it didn’t stop him seeing the number of sidhe who went into ‘Sidhe Steel’ – including the owner, there was four sidhe, one human and a demi-fey. He hadn’t thought there would be so many in this inhospitable city, so far from a sithen, and for them to gather in this shop so soon after it had opened was… suspicious.<br/><br/>Ciar grinned slowly. This could be exactly what he had been hoping for.<br/><br/>He had to get closer.<br/><br/>He moved some way down the road before attempting to cross, not wishing to draw the attention of the sidhe to his approach. Carefully he dodged between the cars, his lip lifting off his teeth as one driver filled the air with a meaningless blast of sound. It left his delicate ears buzzing.<br/><br/>Once on the pavement, he moved with the slow walking humans, passing the shop without paying it more attention than a bored glance over the window display, then stopped at the next shop front, leaning against the wall and checked the distinctive white forelock and pointed ears were still hidden from sight. He couldn’t hide what he was from the sidhe, but he could escape human attention by looking nondescript.<br/>