Terrifying and fascinating, Cristiano watched with wide brown eyes. His people had magic, spell-songs, but she had not sung and he did not know humans to have magic. Frightening. A swallow came to him and for a moment he had a reflex as if to turn and swim away like a scared school of fish. He refrained, despite the flick of his fin that revealed itself huge behind his back before sinking into the white crest.
"I am sorry to bother you," Cristiano said. "What is it you are doing?"