Part angel? Remi’s eyes narrowed in thought. There were only angels, angels that had fallen, and angels that had allowed darkness into their souls to regain some remnant of the power they’d once had. He couldn’t ignore what was right in front of him, though. His aura — the cloud of color he could see around every creature if he turned his eye to it — was mixed, angelic glimmers of silver and gold on a background of white were interrupted by more neutral, human tones. It was as inexplicable as the lack of wings on a being who’d readily recognized Remi for what he was despite the magic hiding him. Usually, that was something only those from or formally of his world could do.
Vretil would know what was going on. The next time he was summoned home, he’d seek out the scribe and record keeper. Until then, he would continue with his mission and integrate himself by making friends with the locals. The first step to establishing any sort of connection, he knew, was sharing something about himself. He opened his mouth to give warm confirmation that yes, he was an angel, but the vampire moved into his space and Remi looked at him quizzically.
He’d called him something before that, hadn’t he? A name. Gene. Remi shook his head and took a step back. He didn’t want to be rude, but most of his experiences with vampires that wore anticipatory expressions like the one aimed at him were roughly five seconds away from trying to gnaw on him. No matter how good looking the vampire was, Remi didn’t fancy having to fend off any feeding attempts before he got a chance to find what he’d come to the carnival for.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Remi,” he said, correcting the vampire with a smile to show there were no hard feelings about being misidentified.
His attention was drawn next by the overt shifting of the human's aura from excitement to disapproval and finally, to as much curiosity as he’d felt when he’d approached the group. She was a projector, that one, easy to read without any real effort. His smile grew. She couldn’t see or sense what he was in the same way the vampire and the oddity could.
Mindful of the warning he’d received from the security guard, he dropped his glamor, but only to reveal his wings for one… two… and on three, they’d dematerialized again.
He winked at the girl, then reached into his pocket for his flyer. “Ah, here,” he said, pointing to a line in a long list of amenities offered at the carnival. “Cotton candy. I want to try some.”
Remi scanned the group, eyebrows raised hopefully. “Do you know where it is?”