[@Dealdric] [@Assallya]


As the capsule struck the ground, Aion's sensitive hearing caused the male to turn his head sharply, yellow eyes peering through the inky darkness of night. The male walking away from the capsule seemed strange, that was no question, but he was not one to judge people for their differences. He could not, because that right was not his. 

Then, his hearing caused him to turn his head towards the curse that had been carried through the night air. It was faint, causing him to believe that the source was not as close to the tavern as the other occupants. The voice was feminine, he could deduce that much. Or perhaps a male who had the voice of a woman. A light chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop himself. The curse was funny to him. 

Either way, the boy's demonic arm dimmed down to a low purple. He was now going for stealth, to see if the female approaching was dangerous. As the form of the elder teen seemed to vanish into thin air. Instead, he had simply used the speed granted to him. He could not suddenly turn invisible, now! That would be fun for him, though. 

A minute later, he had spotted the lantern lit wagon. He waited until it passed him, before he leapt from the tree and onto the path behind it. His steps were silent, as his feet hit the ground underneath quickly. He would silently leap into the air, attempting to land on top of the Crimson wagon. 

If he landed, he would silently whisper to her. "If you're looking for the inn,it's only around ten minutes ahead of us." He would be prepared for her to swerve, his feet planted firmly.

If he didn't land, and she swerved to avoid him, he would be surprised. He was unnaturally silent, and so detection would surprise him and make him momentarily slow before running after her again.