She didn’t seem to fit in and Grant assumed she was in a similar situation as his. She was decidedly cute, but undecidedly beautiful. She was wearin... a delicate yellow sundress, not something someone would consider club clothes. Her long, brown hair could possibly be gorgeous if it weren’t straggly and sweaty. Grant drew his attention away from her to check on his buddies and upon looking back, his view was obstructed by the ass of a very scantily clad woman. Watching the interaction of the. Nothing. I cautiously looked around. I listened and sniffed for smells. People seldom realize the power of smell.I saw hoof prints on the ground, and knelt to consider them. There had been two horses here, not long ago. I took off my left glove and felt some horse dung with my left hand. It was still moist, which meant it was not more then a few hours old.I smelled wood smoke, faintly, in the air. Someone had a fire going somewhere nearby. As a matter of fact, it was coming from the direction. “Be reasonable, Sierra. This isn’t like before, when it was unlikely for you to come upon the Architect the minute you came through the door. He could be literally right around the corner, and he can see you,” Aedan explained, speaking slowly as though talking to a particularly dense child.I scowled. “We don’t know that. I attacked him last time, stole his mana. All the darkspawn can see me after I attack them. We don’t know if he could see me before that. And if he was that close, I’d be able. It came to her knee and looked elegant yet flattering. In particular it emphasised her bust – Denise would have to be careful how she bent over. Stan thought this was too good a line to pass up. ‘You’ll have to be careful, Denise, or you’ll ‘spill the beans’ in that dress!’ he told her as she got in the car. His reward was a playful cuff from Denise and ‘Huh! At least she has something to spill!’ from Anne, which of course resulted in the required reassurances about the taller girl’s bust line.