They move in flawless synchrony, the woman in burgundy, the man in midnight blue. From rooftop to rooftop, down alleys and forest paths, they travel as one.
The village knows nothing of their visit, but they will rise to a brighter morning. Their sick are healed, their food stores filled, and their bandits will trouble them no more.
At a crossroads, the Blue Spirit bows low. Beneath her veil, the Painted Lady smiles, and a gentle hand grants him permission to rise.
Soundless, they part.
Until next time, they become a boy in red, a girl in blue once again.