The first time he noticed Aladdin's true self...
It was a most peculiar sight to see, Sinbad thought as he watched the moonlit dance taking place below him. True enough, Aladdin was a somewhat strange and enigmatic child. He had been ever since the day that they had first met several months ago just outside of the former kingdom of Balbadd.
Finger's tightening ever so slightly on his goblet of wine, Sinbad's honey colored eyes took in the scene in his garden with a great deal of interest and perhaps dare he say it? Fascination.
Who knew that Aladdin was such a multi-talented person? He wondered as he watched the transformed body of the young magi stretch the arms of his new form over head, as if he were reaching for the moon before he suddenly started to move. The movements were subtle at first and then grew gradually less so.
The magi's hips swayed in a slow motion that was enthralling before quickening as his feet and arms began their graceful motions. And in the span of mere moments, it was as if the night itself were alive with some unheard melody that only the young magi seemed privy to.
His honey colored eyes avidly watching the sway of the magi's lithe, petite body as he spun himself around and around. His long dark blue hair wrapped around his neck and shoulders as he moved.
There was such a look of...peace? No- that wasn't it, Sinbad thought with a slow shake of his head. He knew peaceful expressions and Aladdin's face did not hold one of those. If it had, then the magi would likely be on his deathbed right now. No, Aladdin's expression wasn't one of those.
But nor was it the one of his usual serenity/bemusement.
No, this night Aladdin's expression was far more focused and intense. Almost as if he were attempting to work something out in his mind. Perhaps contemplating another transformation? Sinbad wondered as Aladdin's dance finally came to an end and the magi's body was enveloped in a dense smoke-like fog again.
This time when the smoke-like fog finally cleared up, Aladdin's had resumed his pervious child-like form. Which was a little bit different from the one that he'd had before. Mostly because this time Aladdin's form wasn't what it had been previously, which had been that of a beautiful young woman.
No- this time Aladdin's body was a perfect blend of the change in gender and his young age. Frankly Sinbad was impressed that the boy could physically change his own body in such a way without causing irreparable harm or even death to himself.
How interesting, the king thought as he watched through narrowed eyes while the now (female) Aladdin wiped her forehead with one arm to rid herself of any sweat that had accumulated on her skin before sighing tiredly and then slowly making her way inside as Sinbad grinned behind the rim of his goblet.
If he didn't know any better, he'd almost dare to think that the child magi was actually a female instead of a male. It was almost a pity that Aladdin wasn't. If he had been, then Sinbad would have most assuredly taken measures to secure the magi as his own.
For his kingdom's sake, of course.
Still, he found tonight's events to be both very enlightening and entertaining to say the least. He'd be teasing the magi endlessly come morning if not for the fact that he wished to keep the event's of the night a secret so that he could watch Aladdin a little more and truly determine whether or not he/she had been keeping things from him.
And if that were true...well, he'd deal with it once he had all of the facts together.