"Postmaster Arkadius Hogg, at your service. ...Good Gods, that has such a nice ring to it, it's unreal."
Arkadius had been busy bustling around Port Ffirst at top-speed, drumming up business in New Town for his new endeavour, Ffirst Airmail, and route-learning to support his business. During the day, it had become habit to scout around the town and speak to merchants and nobles to advise them of the new service that had become available. During the early morning and late evening when people weren't so chatty, he'd started flying around, both to learn the best routes and paths between different points of the city and to keep his fitness up. Primarily, he needed to learn Port Ffirst like the back of his hand. He needed to know where everything was at the drop of a hat, no time for thinking about it, his livelihood depended on this knowledge.
Every so often as he flew, his thoughts would flicker back to his past...
The Visitor was clearly reaching the point of exasperation. His head dropped into his hand, and he sighed loudly.
"…Look, kid. You need to learn how to read between the lines. You’re not gonna have everything drip-fed to you in the future, you hear me?"
Arkadius nodded, "Yessir." The Visitor looked apprehensive but shook it off quickly.
"It is nearly time for me to go, dear Little One. It’s likely to be some time before we speak again… if we do again at all. If we don’t directly speak again, then… Well, I would say it has been a pleasure but that would be a lie. It’s been infuriating, to tell the truth. I thought there was a flicker of possibility, but I am willing to be proven wrong."
Arkadius blinked, processing what the stranger had said for a moment. "I’m sorry," was all he could muster, going quiet for another few seconds, before feeling unnaturally emboldened to speak up, "Actually, no. I am not sorry. I’m not the smartest, or the loudest, or the bravest. But I am me," he said standing up, "And I don’t take too kindly to a stranger who’s barely known me for five minutes coming in here and… putting me down, or something. Thank you for your time, sir, and goodbye."
Arkadius made to walk away towards the door to leave angrily, but a hand landing firmly on his shoulder stopped him.
"And there it is, that little spark that I needed to see. All I needed was for you to stand up for yourself, to show promise, that you had something. That’s all I needed to see.", the Visitor said, a renewed grin on his face.
"You have spirit, deep down, a little ball of spirit. You needn’t and shouldn’t apologise for who you are."
The Visitor let his hand drop back to his side, testing to see whether Arkadius would keep going or stay. Arkadius stood still where he had been stopped,
"I can work with this. This is… Yes, there is potential here after all." His hand raised up, and rested on Arkadius’ shoulder again, this time wreathed in some kind of red magical light. Arkadius made a move to run away, but he couldn’t, he felt himself magically frozen to the spot. The Visitor’s hand on his shoulder felt…
His attention flicked back instantly to the real world, as he realised he was flying head-first towards a rooftop, that he’d somehow angled himself towards while his attention was drawn back to his past. His shoulder grew suddenly achy, and his head felt like the world was spinning around him. Perhaps it would be best for now to… rest up, and relax.