After Zaniphon had left her apartment, she had showered and picked out a pair of nice, form fitting jeans, strappy heels, and a sleeveless tunic style shirt. Not wanting to waste time calling a taxi, she had reverted to her paragon form to fly to Jawan. Once there, she had strolled about on the sea wall, watching the sun sink towards the horizon. The sky was a blazing glory of reds and golds, the night sky chasing the sun beneath the sea. A breeze came speeding from the open ocean, ruffling the fabric of her clothing, loose strands of her hair trailing behind her. She checked the clock on her phone, turning around to face the city, eyes scanning for her date.