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About flowers and people | Cont.

The tension within the woman rose, its intensity tangible enough for the stranger to consider it potentially problematic. Of course, Sarana had her reasons to feel threatened by their words; be it that of unwanted would-be suitors harassing a woman seemingly on her own, or that of bandits about to rob her. Maybe those words of theirs had been a little misjudged and illchosen. Far was it from the stranger to consider themself understanding of what might be more appropriate a way to approach a medium. Regardless, the stranger smiled as they felt the eerie presence that threatened attack, should the woman order it to. They felt not worried at all.

Instead, brilliant golden eyes seek Saranas gaze, boring with curiousity into the womans soul.

"I apologize if I offended." the midnight haired stranger merely replies, unwavering in their interest. "Perhaps there is some social convention I am not familiar with that I harmed." The stranger tilted their head to the side, watching Sarana stroke the white fur of her cloak, her hand on the pot clutching tightly enough to have her knuckles whiten. "I came here originally because I felt your clairvoyance," the brilliant stranger candidly starts, "but now I find myself confronted with the fact that an overprotective specter threatens my back, doesn't it?"

"If it means anything to you, I was not gawking at you at all. I have no interest in any sort of titilation." The stranger takes a step back, crossing an arm across their chest and taking a small bow of curtsy, politely and swiftly righting their posture immediatly after with an unreal precisition and ease. "Cajolery was created to deceive, which could not lay further from my intentions. My intention is curiousity. Surely you can tell, what with your gift, that I am not any regular person."