[center][h2][color=magenta]Mira[/color][/h2][/center]

Heading into the foyer, Mira greeted Florentine with a little smile, then her face became solemn once more. [color=magenta]"Well,"[/color] she said, [color=magenta]"it looks like this one caused quite a stir."[/color] She recalled the scenario in as much detail as she could, focusing on making it visible to others. The foyer rippled, scenes flashing around the two like a movie that kept freezing and jumping forward. A finely-dressed crowd staring in astonishment. A chase through dingy streets. A canopy of trees. The images faded, the room reappearing. A slight frown creased Mira's face as she rubbed her forehead. She hadn't been able to manage anything clearer, but what she'd projected had been enough to get the girl's situation across - and, hopefully, her location.

[color=magenta]"If I hold on to that last image, do you think you'd be able to take us there... once we somehow get permission, of course?"[/color] It was in a flat mumble that she added on this part, with emphasis on the word "somehow". She rolled her eyes in the direction of the master bedroom, where Jean spent much of his time hiding away. [color=magenta]"This is one tough task we've got ahead of us."[/color]