The two sat on the bench both lost in their own thoughts. Zamarad's eyes were still on the anklet that was in Arsalan's hands. Her hand moved to touch her abdomen where the mark was. how significant is the mark on my body? she thought.
Arsalan on the other hand was thinking about how much information he could give to the butterfly who sat on the bench in deep thoughts. She was a beauty who had some wild personality and a carefree spirit. It wont hurt to share the history behind the mark with a harmless human right?
"why did you pick this anklet out of all the jewelry that was on display?" he asked out of curiosity. The girl looked up at the man and decided that it would be safe to lie about her mark. " I just like star gazing at night hence the intricate pattern of the anklet attracted my attention. Is there something wrong with it?"
