Mages were, a kind of beacon in the darkness of Tannis, if one had the ability to sense them. Atranis vampires certainly did, perhaps Rectoris too, though the Duros were oblivious, as usual. Lex, being Atranis, and an elder, and extremely old, could see them all. Of course, most of them just faded together in the their section of the city, a bright, sprawling tower of light. The vampire portion of the city, was more like hades, large, veins of blood red running through the darkness, Vampires.<br/><br/>Of course, one mage, someone who didn't belong punctuated that dark and beautiful wilderness.<br/><br/>Lex needed a distraction, and, having tasted mage, she was curious. She seemed to step out of the wall of the art gallery, though it went unnoticed, as her new clothes, and the art gallery walls were bright white, as was her less corporeal method of travel.<br/><br/>Lex spotted the young mage immediately. Female, she hadn't been able to tell the difference, interesting to know. She approached, catching up with her from behind, and standing to consider a large landscape of trees and lakes, all lit by a painted sun, the real counterpart of which she hadn't seen in countless centuries.<br/><br/>"Do you enjoy the exhibition?" she asked, turning her head slightly to acknowledge the young girl, "it is an interesting collection, is it not?"