Psych stiffened in his seat and tried not to let his breath escape in a soft sigh as he felt everyone’s eyes turn on him, their sudden suspicion beat against his psyche like a dove’s wing made of steel, sharp, scratching and unforgiving.
“Umm” he said as he watched the table start to rattle and move. “Will a dashingly good looking, cute, nonthreatening, world wise, brilliant, dreamy eyed male, suffice as an answer?” he asked sheepishly, his lips twitching as he tries to suppress his natural tendency to ease or escalate tense situations with humour and witticisms. Arutha’s question was a serious one, to reveal oneself was an act of trust, especially in this city where ignorance was a sort of safety blanket…. well the ignorant were also fodder but still. Knowledge was power in this city and currency more oft than not.
He flicked his gaze around the group and released his pent-up sigh. They had told him some of their secrets, fair was fair and he kind of liked this motley group he had stumbled into, maybe, just maybe they could become friends. Time will tell he though as he looked around the room assessing their privacy and once he was assured they were alone he let his elemental weaving drop around him, his long white hair lifted and floated around him as if in a gentle breeze as he revealed his black and purple bat-like wings with a soft flap and ripple. His long-pointed tail curving up over his arm and down the back of the chair like a serpent.
With a saucy wink he wrapped himself in illusion once again making himself look like an ordinary, good looking 26-year-old. With a small smile playing over his lips he folds his hands under his chin as he looks at everyone from the top of the back of the chair with a raised brow.
“ Ta Da”