Watch and You’ll See [Event]

"No, don't worry. It's not your fault. I wasn't watching where I was going, either."

By then, Balto had adjusted to the idea of humans and animals being able to communicate. Naturally, when Ariel had spoken to him he wasn't taken aback by it at all. He did have to give himself a vigorous shake from bumping in to her, but on the whole there had been no harm done. The wolfdog was still okay. She was still okay, too, he was sure.

The festival had been prime time for the Wings to work their magic, so to speak. Balto knew a fair bit about weaving around and being unseen, as he'd needed to before he was the local hero of Nome, so he had been able to make his presence essentially nonexistent for a little while before he'd bumped into Ariel. Now that he had, though, he could tell the woman was someone fairly elegant in nature. The way she carried herself made that much as clear as anything. What could she have been doing in Arendelle? Well, the same could be asked of himself, he was sure. If he was asked, though, he had a fairly reasonable answer. A little bit of browsing about Arendelle wouldn't have sounded odd to anyone.

"I guess we both need to be more careful," Balto said with a half chuckle. "I don't think I've seen you around Arendelle before." His head was tilted to the side, ears flopping a bit as he moved. He couldn't help a little curiosity. The Wings might want to know more about this woman, he thought. If he could get more information, then it might prove to be beneficial in the long run.

He could hope for that much, at any rate.

Sinbad had lived the life of a pirate long enough to know the look of someone trying to hide. Hell, even now, he was trying to keep a low profile - though certainly not to the extent of the hooded figure he had his eyes on currently. He didn't think anybody would be looking for him here, nor did he think the Suns were the type to take offense at someone outside the war stepping foot on their land, but old habits die hard. He and his crew had just docked in Arendelle that day, and while he scoped out the climate here he’d asked the crew to keep their heads down and not cause any trouble - a tall order for his men, he knew.

Sinbad himself was mostly staying by his ship for the time being, both because he wasn’t quite ready to part with the comfort of the sea and in case Rat or Jed or someone couldn’t help themselves and they had to haul ass out of there. Kale and Marina were the only ones he truly trusted to behave themselves when asked. However, he and Spike ventured beyond the immediate area to stretch his legs and see what the festival had to offer. It wasn’t much this far out, but he did find himself mildly charmed by the glass sculptures. He thought briefly of buying – yes, buying– one for Marina, perhaps a starfish or a dolphin, before rolling his eyes at his own sentimentality. He’d beckoned Spike to follow him and made his way back to the ship, but before he’d gotten back to the nautical are, the hooded figure had caught his eyes and he paused.

He’d noticed her - for not even her cloak could hide the fact that she was a woman – looking at the sea. Odd, especially given festivities going on around them, but not entirely suspect, he’d been prone to doing the same once upon a time. It was more the hooded cloak that made him curious.

Someone who clearly didn’t want to be noticed with some sort of attachment to the ocean? Another pirate, perhaps? The thought was a thrilling one – meetings between differing crews could either go extremely well or very poorly, but either possibility promised excitement. It was then that he had to remind himself that at this very moment, excitement was precisely what he was trying to avoid. The thought of approaching her and learning more about her crossed his mind, but he’d decided not to for a variety of reasons. She clearly didn’t want to be disturbed, and two people trying not to keep their heads down having a pow wow in public just sounded like the worst idea in the world.

Still, he couldn’t help but watch her as she turned back to the stalls and looked at the glass sculptures he’d been looking at only a moment earlier before bumping into a dog, and he looked on as they conversed briefly. He doubted it would ever stop being weird seeing animals and humans converse. Sometimes he’d look at Spike suspiciously, wondering if there was more going on than his pooch let on. If Spike could talk, he’d mercifully decided to stay silent for the sake of his owner’s sanity, and for that Sinbad was grateful.

Upon closer inspection, the animal might have been a wolf, not a dog, but Sinbad couldn’t tell one way or the other. What species it was exactly didn’t seem to matter to Spike. The canine started wagging his tail as soon as he’d spotted another four-legged friend. The dog ignored the sharp command to stay from Sinbad and trotted his way over to the duo happily. The pirate could only sigh and drag his feet behind him as he followed Spike – who recently seemed determined to force Sinbad into social situations he’d otherwise like to avoid.

Spike offered Ariel and Balto a friendly bark by way of greeting as he approached them. He waited expectantly for Sinbad to follow, and the pirate didn’t disappoint. He appeared moments after his dog wearing a charming apologetic smile, “Sorry about him, he just likes attention.” Spike would only offer an indignant whine as his response as if to say and who do you think I got that from?

He cleared his throat and asked, “So, uhm, are you two enjoying the festival?” He was trying to keep to safe topics, hoping the two of them hadn’t noticed him watching them and gotten the wrong idea.