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</div></div><br/><br/>Amadan picked up quickly on the shop owner's sentiment immediately, and from the way the crowd dispersed from the sidewalk and away from the man who emerged from inside it wasn't due to his churlish disposition or the way he dismissed the stragglers. The Spaniard didn't appear spooked by his presence, but curiously regarded his features as if he could see all eight of his eyes shining like blackened pin heads through his human husk or could clearly hear his human speech emanating through the spider's mandibles as they clicked in warning for him to play elsewhere. The shadowy darkness of the spider that was contained within this man held a different kind of magic to it, as its hairy black body skulked on the periphery with its human counterpart scrutinizing Amadan.<br/><br/>Except Amadan was friend, not foe and certainly<i> not </i>prey.<br/><br/>The reaction of the wandering spider bound into Amadan's DNA by the<i>bosorska-čohaňi, </i>was immediate and instinctual. It could not read the other spider's intent, unaware if it would retreat or attack him. Because this particular species of spider was normally aggressive, it perceived any kind of presence threatening. It raised its first two pairs of legs above its cephalothorax in a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2F1.bp.blogspot.com%2F-jpwAIWe8Ae0%2FTf8nBLmo1nI%2FAAAAAAAAAB8%2FXT8zsCzOScI%2Fs1600%2Fbrazilian_wan_spider.jpg&amp;hash=0a051c22068552060c7e1e63e97411fb" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jpwAIWe8Ae0/Tf8nBLmo1nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XT8zsCzOScI/s1600/brazilian_wan_spider.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dramatic and intimidating defense posture.</a>Scarlet hairs surrounding a pair of large fangs were fully exposed, the posture serving as a warning to the other spider that it was ready to attack if it continued to provoke him without being properly introduced.<br/><br/>Of course, those sentiments were what the spider perceived, not the accursed human being that was holding an aged violin that carefully regarded him. A frown appeared on the handsome male's face at the backs of the retreating humans, because his chances of sustenance this day had vaporized in the matter of seconds. Now Amadan would have to either make do with nothing to eat tonight or he'd have to improvise somehow. A glance towards the shabby exterior of the occult bookstore gave him a few ideas. An idea that would transform the shop from appearing dilapidated, and make it look much more inviting to potential customers.<br/><br/>Before he offered the suggestion, Amadan addressed the stranger he'd been trying to flush out of hiding for a few days<i>. "Lo siento, Señor.</i>I am Amadan Vélas. I very sorry for disturb your sleep to make you wake up. You look like you<i>need </i>much sleep."<br/><br/>Amadan's remark wasn't as much an observation as much as it was an insult, but it was delivered with enough tact that Amadan wouldn't appear that he had. It hadn't gone unnoticed by the young man how pallid the man's complexion was or how gaunt-looking his skin appeared as it stretched thin over his facial bones. No wonder the people Amadan had attracted there with the sound of his violin had vanished so quickly. The man looked frightening, as if he were diseased in some way. Strangely enough, his appearance wasn't a factor that repelled Amadan.<br/><br/>"The streets are a stage here in this city, but too many others play on Bourbon Street and I only wish space. Allow me to repay you for trouble? I play violin, but I also very good with fixing broken things...." Amadan's thick<i>Caló</i>accent, spoken by the Spanish Romani trilled the r's and dragged the last syllable out so that it sounded more like a hiss.<br/><br/>His offer to help the man with the much needed repairs also bore the mark of persuasion practiced by the Romani for centuries. His dark mocha pools searched the sign above the man's head silently pointing out flaws with its design, then met the man's gaze with an alluring smile. "I fix your broken sign. If you like my work, you may allow me to fix other things. Make your shop look more better,<i> si?"</i>Amadan inquired, hopeful that the man would accept those terms.<br/><br/>In the meantime, the spider embraced the magical shadow world within Amadan to watch and wait until it felt safer in the other's presence, in order to be able to relax his defensive stance and to be introduced gradually and formally.