That makes two insanely curious people then. It's probably evidenced by the way Wing scans the crowd trying to take in everything. He's still learning a great deal about humanity and even the non-humans here.

That's why he doesn't see the small boy right away, not until he speaks. "Fomorii?" The name doesn't register in his language database but it has a curious ring to it. Old perhaps, not like what he's heard other humans speak.

He notes the little quiver of fear though, but to him it means bravery: that this boy would approach him despite his fear. Wing smiles and bends down, putting a knee to the ground, his hands out and open with palms up in a gesture of peace. "Whomever Lord Fomorii is I do not know him, but you can call me Wing. And who are you?"