With a glance at his nearby guards, she took his hand and led him behind a thicker orange-red trunk, where he looked down at her with glimmering half-moon eyes. She reached up and brushed a finger along the edge of his black hood. “Do your people always wear masks and hoods?” He looked away. “In the sky realm, yes.” A matter-of-fact answer. “Why?” A pale eyebrow quirked. “People fear us.”
