Another night as Rita's, Mor thought as she walked down the smooth cobblestone alongside the edge of the river, looking over it with a long-lost hope of finding love. It's not that Mor did not enjoy the dancing, the drinking, and waking up the next morning with some stranger in her bed. No, it was that Mor was getting too old for those games she has played for over five hundred years. Long ago she realized that love would never exist in those one-night stands, that she didn't even know what love was, having never been in it herself.

Mor strode into the bar knowing that any chance she had at love disappeared five-hundred years ago when she did not follow her lover home and it completely vanished after the formation of the wall.

The blaring music at Rita's faded instantaneously the moment that Mor saw who was standing at the bar, ordering a drink. Andromache. All thoughts escaped from Mor's head as she took in her former lover. Andromache's dead, Mor reminded herself, it must be someone who looks like her. Hesitantly, Mor approached the bar, walking slowly in order to get a better look at the female. Her nose was a bit too long and her eyes a bit too wide to be Andromache, but otherwise everything looked the same.

Is it possible that she is a descent of Andromache?

Why is she here?

Who is she?

How have I never seen her before?

"Hello," the soft voice of the Andromache-look-alike purred to Mor.

"Greetings," was all the response Mor gave as her wicked smile become something almost predatory.

"See something you like? Or, perhaps, rather someone?"

Mor's eyes flared at the forwardness of the question as she replied, "You reminded me of someone I used to know who is long gone."

"Is that a good thing or a bad?"

The question was left unanswered as Mor stared down the female, debating whether she wanted her or not because she knew the female certainly craved her.

"What do you call yourself?" Mor asked while roaming her eyes along the female's body, stopping just for a moment at the parts that indicted her sex.

"Katiana," the female said flirtatiously.

"Are you thirsty, Katiana?"

"Yes, and a bit hungry too," Katiana teased, implying to Mor exactly what she desired.