To be honest, Unmei was surprised when the three other males that were with the one doing the magic tricks suddenly leave, so that it ended up being just herself and this guy. Her smile had only grown in size when he inclines his head to her, and, even more surprisingly, speaks in her native tongue, Japanese. Accepting the request that she had made for him to do a trick for her. Walking over to the bench that was shown to her, and as she sat down, she couldn't help it when her mind began to whirl, wondering what he was going to show her. However excited she was on the inside though, her outside visage remained calm and sophisticated, with that small smile on her lips.<br/><br/>She didn't have to wait long to see just what he was going to do, and focuses her eyes on the deck of cards, listening to the voice of the male as he talked, appearing to tell a story.With each card move that was made, she takes it all in, memorizing what was being done, but not missing out the magic of the piece of handiwork that was being shown to her. It was, as she could see, a bit of a complicated bit of card play, which made her like what was being shown even more.<br/><br/>Her eyes glimmer with fascination as, nearing the end, the suites were shown to her, king and queen, the joker haven got 'arrested' and she giggles slightly when the male sits down on the bench next to her, first pulling the king of hearts from seemingly no where at all, and the queen of hearts from behind her head. She claps quietly when he stands up and bows low, asking if she were his queen of hearts. A faint blush formed on her cheeks, and raises a hand to cover her lips, where her small smile had grown a bit larger.<br/><br/>A moment passes, and she speaks up, this time reciprocating and slipping to her native language, but making it easy enough for the man to understand. She wasn't sure what his level of knowledge of the language was, and didn't want to confuse him when she was talking. "That was simply lovely, dear King of Hearts. But wait?" She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the left, as if inspecting something on his shirt that shouldn't be there. "What is this?"<br/><br/>Reaching forward with small dainty hands, she picks at something on his shirt, and from no where a thin red thread, almost as if part of the shirt he was wearing, is seen between her fingers. She pulls on it, and it keeps coming out, but nothing happened. However, near the end, a little resistance was felt, and after a few tugs, it comes off the shirt, and right as it snaps off a popping sound could be heard.<br/><br/>"Would you check what is in your pocket please?" She asks, and waits for him to pull out what had appeared there. It was a pure white dove, and the moment it is out of the pocket, it flies away, a feather flutters down, which she catches. Folding her fingers around it, she rubs it in her palm, fingers closed around it, and when she opens her hand again it is no longer a feather, but a card. It was the Queen of Hearts, the card that had just been in his hand moments earlier. She proceeds to tear it up in to little pieces, once again enfolding them in both hands this time, shaking them both for a little while, before bringing her hands to her mouth, and blows on the space between her fingers.<br/><br/>A flurry of white snowy looking substance slips from between her fingers, fluttering to the ground below. Kneeling down, she scoops it up, and packs it into a ball, which she thus hands to the male standing there, most likely a little upset that his card was now a snow ball. But fret not. "Try throwing the snow ball at the tree..." She points at the tree closes to them, and once he does, and it hits the trunk, in a spray of sparkles and feathers, sticking to the trunk, was the Queen of Hearts, completely intact.<br/><br/>Going over to it, she picks it off the tree, and returns the few steps, holding it out to him so he could take it. It was spotless, and in the same condition as it had been before she'd begun the trick. The whole while she'd been doing this, her eyes had been glittering and sparkling, as if her own magic entranced even herself. A faint grin was on her lips as well, and when she'd finished, she wondered just what this man would think of her trick.