<span style="font-family:Josefin Sans">As he started apologizing for getting lost himself, there was a subtle look of shame that made its way onto Ariah’s own expression because he really hadn’t been meant to get lost. There was supposed to be a whole welcoming party waiting to greet him but she’d run off ahead of time and probably delayed everyone else in the process because they needed her before any of them would leave. And she was already there. At the same time, though, Ariah wasn’t sure whether it would be appropriate to apologize to Tychus or not. Would it be better to keep it from him that she wasn’t supposed to be there alone? She really wasn’t sure. After all, their union wasn’t something that had ever been done before. <br/>
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In the end, though, it was hard for her to keep it to herself. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rebeccapurple"><b>“I apologize for your getting lost. It really wasn’t meant to happen that way. There was supposed to be a group of us waiting to welcome you more formally, actually.”</b></span> Her expression itself made it clear that she’d done something to change that. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rebeccapurple"><b>“Right now they’re probably all looking for me, though. I wasn’t supposed to leave without them, but I wanted to meet you first… before everyone else does. I was… no, I <i>am</i>... nervous about this whole… this whole situation.”</b></span> <br/>
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Well, now her feelings were out in the open. Now curiosity gripped her even more because she wasn’t sure how he would deal with it all. At least she would be learning how he reacted to emotions and honestly fairly quickly; they were both frequent things for Ariah herself so knowing how he reacted would be quite helpful. <br/>
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When he started reaching for his bags, curiosity added even more imaginings to her thoughts. Ariah had no idea what he could be carrying with him, but she doubted much of it would last long among her people. Quite a few of them were quite determined to strip him from all the “unnecessaries” that his people tended to carry along with them. As much as he was supposed to be learning their ways, though, Ariah wanted to learn theirs too. It wasn’t something she thought she’d get very far with, but it wouldn’t stop her from trying. <br/>
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Reaching out, she took what he offered and her eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. Dragon fire… quite literally… was what she held in her hands now and the humans had sought to turn it into a shiny trinket. Ariah, though, would give it back to those who’d had it stolen from them. Her immediate reaction was disgust, actually, that someone would do such a thing. However, seeing the way he bowed with the gift and seeing the look on his face - it almost seemed hopeful that she’d like it - Ariah didn’t imagine he even knew what he was dealing with. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rebeccapurple"><b>“You don’t know what this is, do you?”</b></span> she asked. It wasn’t accusatory. Rather, it sounded as though a layer of pity was carried upon her voice.</span>