Aria picked up her pace a bit to match his longer strides so that she wouldnâ€™t be pulled along. She made a face at his form that was slightly ahead of her and mouthed â€œYour lifeâ€. Personally, she hoped the man saw her out of the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>But now Aria was in a bit of a mess. He saw through her disguise (did he see through the illusion or was she just being obvious?), and she saw through her bluff. She was an Air Nymph, a Faerie outcast without a court, without a support system or a home, without wings, without her full powers and being threatened by a man who obviously meant business and thought that he could handle anything he came across. After all, he wasnâ€™t sure if she was a Faerie or an Elf.<br/><br/>Once they were out of the village and headed towards the woods she expressed herself again. â€œYou might as well let go of me. I cannot show you to any sort of safe place with you dragging me, and your touch offends me.â€ She added the second part more because she was uncomfortable with being handled as such, and because she felt there had to be some sort of insult.<br/><br/>The walk had made what anger she felt cool slightly. Emotions with Fae creatures were always erratic and hers sort of flowed around with the breeze. More than anything, she wanted to stretch herself and break out of this stupid glamour. How had she thought she could fool everyone? Was that mere hours ago that she was so proud of herself? She wanted free of it, then she could worry about freeing herself from this stranger. â€œAnd I still feel as though you should offer me some sort of hostess gift.â€