@princessxaytac
The flash of dark hair is telling, despite how many sport tresses so similar - there are few that hold the same shine and regality as Aytac, and unfortunately for him, he knows this head of hair all too well. Undoubtedly, it's unintentional. The fact that she seems to be heading in his direction - there is nothing she could want of him. Those of higher power, the woven pattern must deem it imperative to force him towards discomfort at every crossroad. The space around them clears, as if offering the chance for them to speak without interruption - or perhaps, merely offering the princess a wide berth. Arkyn tips his head towards her, the slight twitch within his upper lip one that does not convey anything other than reproach. "It's an improvement." It's up to her, to decide whether he means the city, or her features. The disfigurement is surely a learning curve for her, though - he doesn't wish to know much of. "however small."
