“Ah, my apologies. I assumed you were local.” A slight bow was given by the prince, eyes closed for a moment in embarrassment. (I cannot assume the others are not just as new I as I am, that was rather foolhardy…) Standing up straight, he listened to the other speak, their aura being strange.
Still, he was offering to be helpful, and thus allow Siegfried to be helpful in turn - two pairs of eyes and ears were better than one. A firm nod was given, particularly since this conversation prior to that had been particularly shameful.
“That would be best. If there are two of us with a common goal, then we will be able to cover more ground as far as finding information. Additionally, we can both listen for activity concerning the festival.” Looking around, he wondered the best way to begin their search. “Perhaps it will be by the sea, since there is a summer theme…”
The knowledge he had about summer, and summer fairs, in modernity would lead him to this conclusion, and so he began walking down a road that seemed to have more beach themed shops. Making sure his companion was in tow, he looked back. “Forgive my rudeness. My name is –” What a strange moment, a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.
Ah, but…Was there much reason to hide. He had been forthright in Chaldea, even if the feeling of that Command Seal lingered in his throat. “My name is Siegfried.”
Enkidu gives the other a deep nod, and puts up a hand–awkwardly quickly. He rubs his wrist before tucking it back into his robe, looking troubled at the leather bracers around them.
(I’m still not used to my shackles being gone…looks like we’re both embarrassed now, for our own reasons.)
“I thank you for the apology, but there is no need for it. The variety of people who come and go here is a lot to keep track of. I cannot expect even the keenest of eyes to know which leaf blew off the same group of trees after it’s already happened.”
Nodding back to him again, this time in agreement rather than courtesy, he follows quietly.
(What’s with that pause…?)
“Again, no need to apologize. I’m quite familiar with those that would prefer pseudonyms over their given names. I carry one myself; as a symbol of my atonement. The name I carry now is Enkidu. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Siegfried.”
A small smile emerges in the corner of his face. As they continue moving, he stops to ask directions and questions about the festivities of others that would appear more familiar than they were.
