The sun was already on its way to the horizon, as if in just a few inches, the giant fireball would touch the very edge of the earth.
People began adjusting their routines, preparing for nightfall. Stall owners on the streets started packing up their equipment as night vendors prepared to take over their spots. However, some remained, selling goods suitable for any time of day.
A blue bird flew into the corner of a restaurant, landing in front of a beggar.
"Did you find him?" Apollo asked, his expression serious. Normally, he would never let his mount fly beyond the reach of his senses, but this time he made an exception, allowing the shrunken water-attributed falcon to scout the city. Of course, he had repeatedly warned Bluetooth not to draw attention, or the bird would face punishment.
Fortunately, Bluetooth was smart enough to avoid angering his owner.
The blue bird began chirping while circling in front of Apollo.
