Alvios winced playfully as Rebecca tugged at his hair, but as the young woman approached him, his brow creased. He was immediately put off by her appearance; who wouldn't be? Not exactly common for people to be walking around with black masks and full-body leather. The sun must have been hitting that mask strangely as well, as Alvios could swear he was seeing her eyes glow. She didn't look like she belonged at the festival, or even around other people at all. Rebecca wouldn't care, she was just a little girl, naive and curious. His protective instincts were kicking in terribly.

     However, the girl also wasn't giving off any sort of threatening appearance. Her rather average height and pathetically thin build didn't betray a hint of ill intent or aggression, and she seemed terribly meek. [i]I'm overreacting,[/i] Alvios thought, trying to be a little more open-minded and smiling at the stranger. "Can I help you, miss? You were weaving through the crowd awfully quickly there. Are you looking for something?" As he spoke, he could feel the fingers on his right hand twitch, and he was suddenly very glad about the sheathed blade belted at his hip.