It was nightfall.
Inner City life was just beginning.
Many of the refugees were extremely cautious, for they feared an official might sneak onto the island during the day, so they adjusted their biological clocks and became nocturnal.
Even if you came to catch me, I'd make you drowsy with a charm.
"This is really dangerous."
Liszt and Dreya walked down the street like a couple, but Liszt knew that now was a time of undercurrents, possibly someone might jump out and give him a harsh surprise.
"What's there to be afraid of, I'm here to protect you."
Dreya pretended to be sweet, looping her arm through Liszt's, her smile radiant as her red hair and blue eyes dazzled more than a wheat field under the sun.
Passers-by cast curious glances their way, not everyone recognized Liszt, after all, Heaven Port had a significant flow of people; they just assumed the bearded man must be very rich.
It was an instance of an old cow eating tender grass.
