[h2][color=red] S A B L E[/color][/h2]

	[b]S[/b]able's eyes narrow, a small frown pulling his lips to one side. It was too late for him to even consider faking his way out of this encounter. This … “masked woman” screamed “powerful”. She spotted him out  of countless and used his real moniker. Had she been tracking him? He was just lucky that not many people had crowded the newest hot-shot mage. His new identity: Reign the Ether. 
	
	[b]M[/b]aintaining his cool, he tapped his finger on the round edge of the table and lifted his tea to his lips. He sipped it idly before placing it back down. [color=red] “[b]A[/b]nd just who are you miss?”[/color] he asked kindly, a tinge of aggressiveness leaking forth. [color=red] “[b]A[/b]nother fan perhaps? Would you like a kiss too. I don't mind as long as you remove that mask.”[/color] 

	[b]I[/b]nstinctively, his cold maroon eyes lifted up at the sound of his old name being screeched. He narrowed in on a small form, catching her in his chest before looking around at the few people that had taken noticed. They looked around too, whispers of the Wretched One's return falling out their mouth. They wondered where he was and before long returned to their drinks. 

	[b]Q[/b]uickly, Sable's eyes fell onto Harpi for the first time in months. Instead of being met with a kind smile, his countenance was staid into a tense calm that threatened to burst loose. He wanted to be mad but how could he be at his own … daughter. He supposed. When he was sure no one had taken heed of her words, Sable dropped a hand on her head. [color=red] “[b]S[/b]hh, Harpi. I need you not to say that name anymore. Do that and I'll treat you to something later,”[/color] He looked up at the “Masked Woman” not forgetting her presence. 

	[color=red][i][b]E[/b]ven if I wanted too, its impossible to fool her now.[/i][/color] He was in a precarious situation now. 

	[color=red] “[b]L[/b]et's go somewhere else? I'd love to show a beautiful woman like you around.”[/color] He looked down at Harpi and stood up—with his younger body she was about the size of Rush. [color=red] “[b]I[/b] want you fly on your own, kay? You've grown big, Harpi,”[/color] he told her softly. And with that, he left jewels on the table and led the two of them down a populated path. Flowers dotted the various stores and sidewalks, hanging from wooden signs and roofs with a perfect, albeit frilly, beauty.