Alliance

Ariane stood staring at the young man gliding down from the air as if he'd been accustomed to such a feat. There was a noticeable precision in his actions. She crossed the room towards him, finding that the wretched sensation she had faced during their last meeting was no longer present. 

"What kind of Alliance are you looking for?" She folded her arms, seeking to gauge some semblance of weakness. 

She saw nothing. 

Altair lips lifted into a regal smile. "Now, I didn't quite expect that. So accepting. Now I'm really curious. What did Tasha tell you?" 

There had been a trap in his words. One Ariane realized she'd walked into. She straightened, dawning her cognitive mask, "She asked we not harm you." 

"Ah-h-h, now that's interesting. Are you curious as to why?" 

"Would you tell us?"