Ariel crossed his legs and looked at us, chin resting on his palm, eyes gleaming with interest.
I leaned slightly toward Nagi and spoke as quietly as I could.
"Whatever you do, do not anger him. And do not even think about fighting him." I whispered.
Nagi stiffened. Her eyes widened just a fraction before she nodded, fingers nervously brushing the edge of her neck.
Follow my lead, alright.
Ariel's gaze shifted to her almost immediately.
"But you little one," he murmured, "How rare, a practitioner of Apollo string dance arts, standing so openly in the street. One does not often see such Weaver Arts these days. Most have… faded, or been simplified beyond recognition."
Nagi swallowed. She opened her mouth.
I cleared my throat and stepped forward half a pace.
"My apologies," I said smoothly, placing a hand over my chest in a shallow bow. "My companion isn't accustomed to such… distinguished attention. Your insight speaks volumes about your experience."
