MCP18 Her eyes are sapphire, and I just learned that’s envy’s cousin.

But the muted non-color does not, in any way, freak me out. Comfort without the stakes of losing it, which I think I could indulge in right now. I nod my appreciation but I doubt she sees it, and there are cars, and light beams come off of them in fantastic ways. I vaguely recall I live in the direction behind the one I’m facing. My body will not Shift, it has to turn, because it’s a body. “Mister, you need a guide?” She asks, and it’s innocent, and good. “Lotta Folk come outta there, drunk-like.” I grab a tree that isn’t there, because I don’t have the power to summon, duh. A guide sounds good. “Drink,” I say. “I’ll buy.”