04-12-2016, 09:22 PM
Once on the street, Manix walk toward a brick wall. The wall, looking solid and tall, was on the border of the Izmailovsky Market. Manix slipped out a Sturdy bottle of sea water from his home, using just a small amount to fill the cup of his hand. Looking, without appearing to look he could feel the strange power come thru the water, ropes of white and blue started to weave around him with smaller threads of brown blending in. The ropes and threads wove a rug that made anyone looking seem to glance right past Manix, not seeing him. A second set of threads came forth, brown and reds flowing at the solid brick wall, a door suddenly shimmered in the wall, as if there and not there. Manix walked forward, opened the door and walked in. Upon the closing of the door, the wall seemed solid again, the rug of blue and white was tied in a knot so it would not unravel. He only had a short time. Quickly he changed into finer clothes. With clothes, fitting a wealthy fisherman donned, he left for the Silversmith's shop. Once out the door he untied the threads that held his rug together, wisps of blue, white and brown slowly drifted off. Manix was already n full stride before the weave was gone, going, once again, unnoticed in and out of his little dressing room.