The Fae King had not been back to the park since the day he had arrived, quite unfashionably, within this city. He had, until this point, lacked the confidence to venture nearly this far from the apartment he shared with Samantha and yet on this particularly overcast day the man found himself content to wander. It had taken several moments longer than it should have to cross the road. Dorian having been forced to wait until someone else wanted to cross before he could follow them along. How to command the cars to halt was still outside of his reach and as such the man was unwilling to attempt such a thing on his own least one of them break free of its tar path prison and assault him. Even so, the man makes it to the park with relative ease, arms folded behind his back as he strolls, needing little to entertain him since the myriad of people passing through. They and their customs, the very culture of his town, was terribly far removed from his own. It was a source of constant fascination to him and today he merely seeks to indulge in it.

He continues to stroll, far more than one passer-by content to let their gaze linger upon him and yet there is a manner to which Dorian simply moves that seems to attract attention all the same. The easy grace had returned to his steps at last, that simple, gentle inquisitiveness having overtaken him now that he was content enough in this world to explore it. The Fae King pauses beside several towering trees, pressing his fingers into the bark to simply feel it, gold touched hair aglow in the faint light afforded through the trees and clouds above before he continues further into the park. He had near given up entirely attempting to understand couples that moved around him. None of them were chaperoned, none seemed to be married, women and men touched freely and engaged in open conversation. In his time he would have spoken to no one beneath his rank unless they were introduced to him. If they were of low rank it would have been a man of higher rank speaking in their behalf- it would then be Dorian's choice alone as to whether or not he chose to maintain the acquaintance. As such, the Fae King tended to ignore near anyone whom spoke to him- though it is hardly from any attempt to be...impolite. It is they, to his mind, whom are being impolite by forcing their company upon him!

The silvery grey of his gaze falls at last upon a curious sight, a woman upon the grass, her attention firmly ingrained in a book. A book! Since when had women learned to read? Bookishness was....frowned upon and yet no one here seemed to be at all taken aback by her very public reading. Perhaps she was a woman of rank, else education, hence her ability to read at all. The Fae moves to stroll easily towards her now, his own curiosity ensued, his gaze drawn to the book she remains captivated with. Pride and Prejudice. Samantha had given him this very same book, as if attempting to foster some sense of familiarity within him, despite the fact it was several centuries younger then he himself. He had taken to reading it to Samantha at night all the same, the woman simply seeming to enjoy it when he did.

"Do you find yourself captivated with the book, mademoiselle?"

His words are light, easy, accented with those all too ancient tones as he regards the woman all the same- allowing the vaguest of simpers to touch his lips.

"Forgive me but, I have not seen a woman read before, who taught you how?"

Dorian Aragona