Slow Mo had seen the girl before, had followed her to the edge of the slums before losing her where the proper streets were. She moved fast, too fast to be just another resident of the worst part of Ixir. One day there would be houses for them all, reaching up to the sky, or so the president said. Slow Mo spat at a passing growler bug and thought the president was probably a liar. He ran along the roof following the girl, who was using the top walkway along Stone Wall alley.
"Hi Mozim."
He acknowledged the greeting and moved on, trying to keep pace with the girl. His mother had named him Mozim, or rather the woman who told him she was his mother. Perhaps she had given birth to him, but then his father must have been a visitor. He looked at his own legs and his hands with their claws where hands should have been. Yes his father definitely couldn't have been a local. The girl was quite small, almost frail and with the look of a child about her, but the way she moved ! No one was as fast at him, yet he was having to sweat a little to keep up with her.
'Today you won't lose me lady.' He muttered to himself.
