Just out of the corner of the Intoner’s eye did she spot a woman draped in both velvet and cotton, while her ringlet curls draped just at the back and shoulders, with an expression of both confusion and hesitance. 

                This hesitation was not unwarranted. 

   The Intoner of Cerulean had been swaying left to right just a few inches away, with her head downcast to the ground and her shoulders slumped, while her bright eyes fixated on random objects that either passed by or flickered in the light of the sun. 

           "………….You.“