Aria glared at the man as he spoke. He was annoyed?! He had no right to be annoyed. Heâ€™s the one threatening her and wanting to go home with her! She would be fine if he went on his merry way and hid with someone else. So what if he was insulted? She was insulted! Not only was he plotting the possible destruction of her evening, he was using cheap threats to skirt the faerie laws of balance.<br/><br/>It occurred to her that his words were: â€˜narrowed down my guessesâ€™ So he still didn't know for sure. Ah well. If he didn't understand higher Fae Creatures and Exiles then he would only be confused anyway. And she wasn't about to keep the glamour.<br/><br/>Her hopes that he would let go so she could get away where quickly dashed as he held her hand instead of her wrist. She hadn't placed her hopes too high. The man seemed to be fairly desperate and fairly careful.<br/><br/>â€œBetter,â€ She commented. Now she could at least move her wrist properly.  Briefly she hoped he was allergic to the dust.<br/><br/>As the glamour fell away she shimmered and the illusion fell to the ground in a magical dust and disappeared into the elements. Aria stretched her back and her arms as best she could with this man still holding her hand. There was a small thrill that went through her at the simple fact that she could move properly without practicing pretending to wear a dress, at the ability to see her bare feet. She took a few steps, leading the man, and grinned at the silence. Her magic and been used to make the sound of boots on the ground to be naturally human, but her natural steps rarely made noise. Then there was the fact that her eyes were now as intense as her captors. Not in the same way at all, but there was a bit of satisfaction that came from it.<br/><br/>Her joy faded as they got further into the forest right outside the village and her thoughts turned to the man. This wasn't the first time she had been in a situation like this, but it was the first time when she knew that there was no help coming. A part of her realized that if she gave in to letting him have a safe place he might be in and out and then gone. Another part realized she could be in a lot of trouble. Mixing with people like this, and with the people he was hiding from, could not be anything good.<br/><br/>â€œIf I am going to take you to my house, you should at least tell me a name to call you by. I donâ€™t expect courtesy, of course. I just need to let the magic wards know who you are so they donâ€™t yell at me every time you enter a different room.â€ Except the ones in front of her tower. She would keep those activated against him. No use keeping herself unsafe as she slept.<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/>Eventually Aria left the forest road and made her way through the underbrush. It became easier going after a time, suggesting that there might have once been a path that was now overgrown which they followed.<br/><br/>Up ahead was a clearing, filled with a building. Upon closer inspection it revealed itself to be a church dedicated to an old human goddess named Tramaine. Aria knew that Tramaine was the goddess of dreams, back when humans felt that dreams were powerful. She read a few of the scriptures in her spare time, turning the pages carefully so as not to force them to fall apart. The building was abandoned, or attacked and abandoned. It was surprising that it hadn't been burnt to the ground when the old gods and goddesses began to fall out of power. It had four mostly complete walls (other than a large hole that included the entire far top left corner) and a ceiling over the same amount of space. It had what was once a very small belltower, but now stood empty of its bell. There was a side entrance and a front entrance. One of the two heavy wooden doors of the front entrance was falling off of its hinges and wide open.<br/><br/>Aria was not only unphased, but seemed thrilled to arrive at this ruin. She sighed slightly as she entered through the open door and called out to the statue of the goddess at the front of the sanctum. â€œIâ€™m home, Tramaine. I brought a guest.â€ The grin on her face showed her amusement. She got a kick out of talking to the statue every time. As if gods and goddesses existed. Still. She wished Tramaine did. The woman impressed her slightly.<br/><br/>The smile faded as she turned to the man again. â€œYou can let go of me now that we are inside my wards. You have your safe spot and, thus, do not need me.â€