[At some point, he'd shed the illusive spell concealing his presence from view of the natives, as it had begun to put a drain on his stamina. The telltale marks of exhaustion are well known to him, and Itachi is left discovering and relearning his own body's limits without the reliance of chakra in this foreign world. Magic takes its place instead. It comes naturally to him, but still it's an uncomfortable transition.
In any case, the locals notice him immediately in the corner of shadow by a street vendor, and there's no disguise that will buy him more time to hide. He briefly considers running. With speed at his disposal, he could outpace any pursuers - but then there are monsters here who likely could track him down. It isn't an ideal situation.
Less so when he's herded into yet another poor attempt at matchmaking, Itachi's brow furrowed in the slightest physical indication of annoyance, skin pale with fatigue. Perhaps returning to Sasuke after all would have been preferred. But the complexity of that situation... he turns it from his mind.
Itachi is forced to look up when the harpy is shoved into the realm of his personal space, back-stepping quickly to avoid a collision. He gets a view of sleek feathers, clawed hands, large wings, a towering presence. All of this he reads in a pass of black eyes. Another monster.
His own witch's presence will exude noticeable heat, this physically near, as well as a vague sense of distortion, a creeping sixth sense that things are not as they seem when looking directly at Itachi.]
Your interference won't be necessary any further. [It's spoken to the bothersome, meddling monsters, one hand raised to ward them off.] Leave us.
[He would rather be alone with another non-native than surrounded by a crowd of overeager matchmakers.]
slams in here (marketplace)
In any case, the locals notice him immediately in the corner of shadow by a street vendor, and there's no disguise that will buy him more time to hide. He briefly considers running. With speed at his disposal, he could outpace any pursuers - but then there are monsters here who likely could track him down. It isn't an ideal situation.
Less so when he's herded into yet another poor attempt at matchmaking, Itachi's brow furrowed in the slightest physical indication of annoyance, skin pale with fatigue. Perhaps returning to Sasuke after all would have been preferred. But the complexity of that situation... he turns it from his mind.
Itachi is forced to look up when the harpy is shoved into the realm of his personal space, back-stepping quickly to avoid a collision. He gets a view of sleek feathers, clawed hands, large wings, a towering presence. All of this he reads in a pass of black eyes. Another monster.
His own witch's presence will exude noticeable heat, this physically near, as well as a vague sense of distortion, a creeping sixth sense that things are not as they seem when looking directly at Itachi.]
Your interference won't be necessary any further. [It's spoken to the bothersome, meddling monsters, one hand raised to ward them off.] Leave us.
[He would rather be alone with another non-native than surrounded by a crowd of overeager matchmakers.]