And the things she could see! Magical energies swirled and eddied about her like colored mists. In some spots she could sense strong emotional residues—here, in this intersection, someone had suffered great pain. There, in that room, was a bright sunburst of joy. The streets were alive with odd-looking, magical creatures. Some were the size of mice, with multiple heads and shimmering fur. They scuttled up the street or peeked out of drain holes. Other presences were more natural—and more alien. When Pita walked through a park, the trees, grass, and earth pulsed with life, with emotion.