Some days before he'd ran into Sophia he'd been near stampeded people shoving him this way and that. For what? It was difficult to see through the crowd of excited and vibrant green and crulean that people practically bled. When he eventually shoved his way to the fore he was greeted with a hell 'o lot of purple. Magic was thick in the air, it swathed the man? Who sat infront of the purple object. Purple laced with black.<br/><br/>Unease setting in Victor was the only one in the crowd to try and push away from the man, everyone else trying desperately to fling their coin in his urn. He suddenly feared being spotted, he was not too hard to miss, a blindman who dashed away with near the same air of confidence as a man of full sight. What unnerved him more was that in the spot where the man's eyes would be, were pits of yellow. He never saw another person's eye colour before. Ever. Period. For once he could be picked out of the crowd for wanting to desperately get away from that man.<br/><br/>He had come to terms that not everyon, ok no one, would ever see the world as he saw it, but still was it not too eerie foe the pair to just suddenly appear and grant wishes? He didnt trust them or their purple forms, or their purple urn for that matter. But mainly their eyes. He hoped he would get away before he in turn was spotted for not falling for their guise.