"Me?" Ariadne tilted her head to one side, like a sparrow that had just spotted something glimmering in the trees. "I think so. I mean I..."

She looked down at her hands.

And her cheeks flushed a peculiar shade of lavender.

"Oh. Sorry." Alastrians learned from a very young age to apologize for their appearance. It was one of the keys to survival.

The air around her body hummed, colors swirling like heat rising off of the pavement. One minute, she was green and blue and purple. The next, she was pink and brown and raspberry. Human through and through.

"My apologies. I know it can take some getting used to."