[Poggio]

The end of the street was populated by markets stalls, vehicles and morning haze that warmed the world in a soft illuminated glow. She watched the black rivers diverge into smaller streams around the land dwellings. Her steps continued northeast. Although there was the continuous music of the waves of people surrounding them, she could hear Mr Kite seeking answers from her.

Each time the man opened his mouth it only seem to serve more towards her point. He was just a babe, barely on the cusp of understanding what it meant to be an adult. She responded with a grunt.

Eventually their steps lead them to behind the Palace of Avignon. It was only then that she allowed her lips to broaden, and one side to curve slightly upwards. Nested in the bosom of greenery loomed the fortitude of the grail. The pirate started to close the gap between her and the prize. Her excited steps stalled at the threshold of the doors. The morning personal eyed them suspiciously. Drawing in a breath she changed direction away from the grand entrance and walked instead just beyond the tendrils of power centralizing behind the gargantuan stone facade.