@apocryphism
If there was a positive aspect of being in this strange city once more, it was the wide variety of people that came to inhabit it. At least, Dlanor tried to see the diversity as a good thing; Heaven was not without it, but the Hive offered a delightfully wider range. Usually, at least. “HM?”
Still, there was solace to be taken in small displays of familiarity. There’s a clash of white, black and red, striking by itself, yet what draws her attention most are the crosses that adorn him. She can’t help her curiosity, perhaps a bad habit, and decides to approach the unfamiliar man. What harm can come from a casual encounter?
Her steps are light and measured, though the noise made by her gauntlet should offer enough of a warning. “Pardon my INTRUSION.” The child’s voice is soft, monotonous, as she calls out to the white-haired man. “I couldn’t help myself after noticing your VESTMENT. Are you, perhaps, a member of the CLERGY?” Crosses had certainly become part of fashion, but the man before her carried himself differently. Still, to simply state she believed him to be one could be rude.