Hadrian shook his head at the suggestion - though he was animated through magic, he had no aptitude for the high art and suspected he would not be able to make use of many enchanted items.
*
Hadrian followed the weaver, though every now and then he turned his attention away to watch the streets. The shadows lengthened, and winged figures passed overhead. Hadrian looked up a few times, his vertebrae creaking as he did, but soon he stopped bothering. He was still getting used to accounting for flight-capable individuals, who seemed to populate this island. His gaze was drawn by the small, unique lanterns some of the civilians were hanging. It seemed that they, too, were constructed out of palm leaves, as he recognized the texture from rooftops and several other objects.
"Days always hot?" he asked. He didn't know if there was any seasonal variation to this island, and wasn't certain if he'd stay long enough to learn.