The warmth of his hand struck emotion within her that she had never felt. Tears rose in her eyes for an unknown reason. Aria was not at all sad in any way.. In fact she was quite at peace. His face looked like it had been chiseled from stone. So perfect and smooth.  Aria had to speak now she couldn't resist.<br/><br/>Aria's voice was soft and sweet as honey suckle, it glided through the air like a song "Hello, my name is Aria." She started simple. She  knew his intelligence was far greater than hers by the beauty in the flute and the bag and the way he could play the flute. She knew his people were full of knowledge that was be suppressed.<br/><br/>Aria was enthralled now, she had to hear his voice. She slowly raised her hand her finger tips so close to his hand. The water that had risen in her eyes fell down her face in a single drop. The Beauty of it all touched her so deeply.