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Indigo heard the calm in Adley’s voice coupled with a sudden move that had the opposite effect. Something more than bees was introduced into the equation and a whole new danger with it. The wall of Adley in front of her left her two options. She acted on the first and peeked around his shoulder and found the shine of a weapon. What was wrong with people?

The answer came in the sounds of angry voices coming out of nowhere. Her fingers gripped Adley’s arms as the dark shadows of the streets suddenly had angry bodies spilling out. Each one stood out for the diverse attire that would give hints to where they were prior. The first arriving appeared to be calling the streets home, others apparently were woke from a sound sleep. Others may have been nearby holding up corners with their hands busy with illicit activity. A few could have been moving through the area but suddenly joining the cause that up until that point still seemed uncertain to the allurist. Was this a bad idea? The art was amazing...what was it with the lack of appreciation? Of course, gauging by the size of the growing mob, whatever issue was at the root of the latest arrival, it was more than they could handle. Her hands tried to pull Adley closer to her in an attempt to leave.

“I think we need to go.” She cautioned, her eyes darting around to what was collecting around them and flowing towards the art work. “Seriously.”

A half dressed sixty-something male was the first to show his purpose for carrying a baseball bat in one hand and holding the front waistband of his well worn pajama bottoms in the other. Without warning the wood swung and sent a disturbing crack when it connected with a body. Like clockwork a second nameless face jumped in with both fists swinging. The another. A woman bolted past them with her silver shopping cart full of bags like a rocket to the rumbling fists and bodies. Screams, growls and a few whimpers soon were in chorus as more followed suit until the mob was picking up where the bees left off centering its assaults on the two.

“Adley!” She tugged this time hoping to get away from what was a lost cause and catch the female making a fast exit. “C’mon. She took off!”

Indigo stopped abruptly when the woman ahead of them did. Her eyes ignored the area around them. The scents of night air and bland life in the distance paled in comparison to what held her attention. The explanation was delivered in a voice that was rich in passion even if the words formed nothing more than simple truths. It was refreshing and inspiring. Then the assumption came forth that perhaps she or Adley owned the building that was increased in it’s value as far as Indigo was concerned.

“Wait.” Her hands went up as if to show there was nothing to be a threat in the open palms. “We don’t own anything here. We are looking for you because of the work you do.”

She could extend her powers of influence over the woman which was easy to do. But so much of Indigo was an optimist. Especially when it came to art. Art and love. There is an abundance of power in both that could win over all else given time. She banked on it more than most like her. That part of her humanity still thrived within her and likely would never wane. It was who Indigo Knight was and hopefully would forever be.

“We just want to talk with you about your art.” A smile gradually formed that said nothing more than what she had. “Got a minute or two to spare? It could be worth your time to hear us out.”

There would be a bit of a coolness to her skin upon contact but Indigo was prepared for any off the cuff questions regarding it. Over time she had become quite skilled at what answers could be used to smooth over the chill of an unexpected handshake. She would be off the hook when Adley took the woman’s hand after hers. Nothing was more calming than contact with the man. He could draw out any nervous tension with his gifted hands. He considered that a curse, of course. Not Indigo. It got her high with the results and still did.

“Are you kidding? You have some serious talent. I am a fan already.” Indigo was stunned that she lacked the vision of her own art being fit for something beyond run down and out of use or date buildings. She nodded in favor of the suggestion of walking and talking. It was then that she realized she missed giving her own name. “Sorry, my bad. I am Indigo. And the walking chat sounds good to me.”

After the adventures they just had getting to the the point of simple introductions it sounded far safer than chasing eachother around any more than they already had. Adley was right. There was plenty of space they had that could use Vita’s touch and talents. She looked over at Adley and then back at Vita.

“How about you?” She nudged Adley with an encouraging elbow.