It was strange being among a crowd again, but fortunately Ari’s presence and quick ushering towards their destination kept him from feeling too alone and out of place. He wasn’t sure where exactly in Emillion they were, which puzzled him; he thought he’d been just about everywhere in the city by now. Already, whatever Ari’s plan was to cheer him up was working; he couldn’t help but to be in complete awe of their surroundings. This district, or street, or block, was… shiny, and it was hard to stay in his own darkness amidst the albeit strange beauty.
Finally, he found himself in front of a building with an elaborately painted sign: The Ivory. Merri raised his eyebrows and glanced over at Ari, but she ushered him inside before he could get out a word.
At least he didn’t feel too underdressed – or overdressed – for the restaurant, which gave him some comfort as he looked about the other patrons while the host led them to their table. After they sat, Merri couldn’t help but to say, in awe, “This place looks incredible. I can’t believe I never heard of it before!”