Vanessa had been saddened to find the shop closed for so long, after her first and only run-in with its owner. She had made him a promise to come back and visit, but it wasn't the promise that drew her to walk by the shop, every now and again, in the hope of finding Prometheus again. It was the simple fact that he had seemed to understand, and it was the depth of what she could read in his eyes. It was what she had felt when she had touched his runes. She wanted to come back and visit, regardless of her promise.

So when she found the little shop open at last, she pushed the door open eagerly, stopping just inside to look at the only occupant. A man paintnig on a canvas, much different from the person she had expected to find, but she remembered Prometheus' words. How many different forms, how many different lives.

His words made her pause, heart thudding a little harder than normal in her chest, but she had composed herself by the time she asked, watching him closely, "What do I want?"