Kaeila
The noise of the market was chaotic to most, but to Kaelia, it was a symphony of information. Every half-conversation, every furtive glance, every exchange of coins, was a note in the score. Their eyes, sharp and analytical, did not stop at a single point, but danced around the environment, tracing lines of possible threats and escape routes. A slight arch of her eyebrow and an almost imperceptible smile were drawn on her lips when she noticed the fan who had been following her for three streets. Beginner. With a fluid, athletic movement, he slipped between a spice stall and a group of merchants, disappearing into the crowd like a ghost, leaving his pursuer with nothing but the scent of cinnamon and the echo of a laugh he never heard.
About Kaeila
The noise of the market was chaotic to most, but to Kaelia, it was a symphony of information. Every half-conversation, every furtive glance, every exchange of coins, was a note in the score. Their eyes, sharp and analytical, did not stop at a single point, but danced around the environment, tracing lines of possible threats and escape routes. A ...Read more