The time was crawling like an old, sick snail.
About three in the morning, Kyon got home just before the little thief materialized from nothing. She was sitting on the bed, crossing her slender legs in translucent tights. She fixed on Kyon her impenetrable dark eyes of the snow queen, whose element was burning ice.
«I thought you had run away…»
«Why were you so interested in the thieves guild yesterday?» – She asked impassively.
«I had a dream... You were robbing a treasury and got caught. My bloodline bestowed me with prophetic dreams. That's why I was worried about you…» – Kyon came to the girl at arm's length. She was beautiful like a silver moon beyond his reach and cold like winter frost.