The evening air was thick with the scent of fresh rain, the dim glow of streetlights flickering against the damp pavement. C’aer strolled through the quiet city streets, her amber eyes gleaming with quiet curiosity. Tonight, she was searching—searching for the perfect canvas.

A soft hum escaped her lips as she twirled a strand of her wavy brown hair between her fingers. Her crimson and black dress swayed with each step, delicate yet deliberate. Thin, nearly invisible red threads danced around her fingertips, flickering in and out of existence like whispers in the wind.

She paused in front of a café window, watching the people inside. Lovers lost in conversation, a writer hunched over their notebook, a musician idly drumming their fingers against the table. Beautiful in their own ways, but not quite right.

Her lips curled into a thoughtful smile. Not yet.

Turning away, she continued down the street, her magic weaving ever so slightly, brushing past unsuspecting passersby. A test. A tease. A promise of what was to come.

Then—there.

Her breath caught for the briefest moment. Across the street, under the flickering glow of a dying streetlamp, stood someone different. Someone who carried themselves with an unspoken depth, a presence that called to her artistic soul.

C’aer’s smile deepened as she took a slow, measured step forward. The red threads slithered from her fingers, invisible to all but her.

"Found you."