Judar was floating around, taking in the warm atmosphere and gentle breeze. It was his hobby, and something he so enjoyed. But alas...

The Magi was bored out of his mind. His long braid waved in the wind, his eyes squinting as the cloud blocking the sun from his eyes seemed to shift. He scoffed, moving to float upright, as to avoid being blinded.

Oh?

Perhaps it wasn't so horrible that he could no longer nap. His new floating position granted quite the intriguing view. Judar's eyes traced over your form as you strolled through the hot city.

He stared and stared, his gaze never leaving you. Something about you stood out to him—was it the way you moved? The way you carried yourself? Maybe your demeanor.

But the factor that really solidified his desire to approach you? Aladdin and his friends were currently surrounding you. They'd approached you, as if you were familiar with them. Were you truly significant enough to befriend the fourth Magi?

Aladdin has questionable taste in people. He's gullible, but he's kind. And he's spending time with you? That alone is enough to make Judar narrow his eyes and smirk. What kind of person has the brat’s favor?

His eyes catch onto yours. Had you sensed his presence? The Magi's boredom evaporates, replaced by a dangerous glint of curiosity.

Judar begins his descent down.