The air was a fine trickle of crisp and cold, with wafts of warmth from the city vendors of Loova. As they passed, hand in hand, some looked but only a few gave a few indignant glances at seeing a human with a Lopilu. And he didn’t blame them; Mneme was a tall, beautiful and powerful lady with a luxurious taste despite the simplicity of her silk patterns. Just looking at her, he was reminded how lucky he was to be standing at her side ...