I'm a fool
Ahri, put her hand over her eyes as if making a makeshift canopy shielding her eyes from the sun. With one hand on her face and one behind her back trying to stop her nine tails from wagging. She watched the as her target entered the jeweler store for the 8th time in two weeks. She was hiding behind a couple of trimmed bushes barely concealing herself and as passersby walked by she pretended to be looking up at the sky. She blushed as people would ask her what she was doing but she would quickly hush them away. She didn't intend to be spotted and had been following this man for weeks wondering exactly what he had been up to.
The armor clad man, had been going to the same jewelery store and talking to the woman behind the counter. Each time talking to her for a few moments before handing her over coins he kept on a small leather pouch on his belt. She had taken notice of him from the first day he arrived at the Institute of War, her eyes running over his features whenever he was present. His molded chest plate hinting he had a well-toned and muscular core. She had yet to hear him speak, he seemed very discipline his body language never hinting any sort of emotion. He stood stoic, his muscular arms always holding a shield and a spear in each hand. While he wore a simple kilt and leather sandals. Curiosity got the best of her. She wondered why he would follow around the other new champion to the league. A young woman, who was called a Solari or something of sorts. She had heard the Solari was from Mount Targon, but didn't care too much to research their backgrounds. The man would follow the Solari around, always wearing a helmet that hid his face and would hold doors for her, bring her meals almost as if he was her butler. The only noise he made was the tapping of his spear on the smooth floor of the institute as he followed closely behind her.
Today was different though, when the man handed the woman behind the counter a full bag of gold. The young girl behind the counter handed him a small box, she saw him through the window his helmet clad face looking down at the box. He saw him flip the small box open and run his fingers through what she could only assume was some sort of ring, he nodded his head to the girl behind the counter and stored the small box into a sack that hung at his hip. She crouched behind a bush as she saw him exit the shop and he looked around as if to make sure he wasn't being followed. With his face covered she couldn't see his face or expression. But she could tell by his body language that he seemed tense, his knuckles were white as he seemed to be holding his spear tightly as if he were trying to choke the life out of it. This ran some sort of excitement through Ahri's body her mind was eager to find out what had changed his demeanor. She gave herself a smile and though "so there is a chink, on his armor" this was the first time she had seen any sort of emotion or weary from him. He usually stood tall and silent but he was tense and seemed vulnerable.
He looked up to the sky and she could see his chest rise and fall slowly as if he were taking long deep breaths trying to compose himself. Ahri didn't know what was about to happen but her tails started to wag with excitement, as she watched him start to walk away from the shop. She waited a good ten seconds and started following him, she even reached into her small purse and put on a pair of sun glasses as if trying disguise herself. She wanted to laugh at herself thinking "who wouldn't notice the only nine tailed fox" following them. But so far he had been oblivious of her.
She zig and zagged her way through the crowed, trying to drown out the sound of merchants, champions and strangers talking. She did her best to stop her hips from swaying hoping it would take any attention away from her as she walked through the crowd. Something that was rare for her, as her looks and seductive walk was one of her key features she valued the most.
It bothered her in a way, she could tell there was something going on between some of the champions she could see through their facade. The Demacian brute Garen, would blush and leave a room whenever he would see the Noxian assassin Katarina. As soon as Garen would leave, Kat would make up some reason for having to leave almost as if to reassure the others she wasn't going after him. The Prince Jarvan IV spent too much time with his Half Dragoness "body guard" for their not to be anything between them, besides she had spotted them leaving each other's rooms on many occasions. Many of the other champions had made their interest known publicly. But this man, she had heard others call him "The Artisan of War", never touched the Solari woman. Ahri, tried to see if he even looked at the Solari woman as he followed her around, but his helmet hid his eyes.
The one thing that did bother Ahri was, that she had never actually seen his face and if his faced matched his body and she hoped it did. He would be a very handsome man. A very handsome man, that wouldn't budge or turn his neck around when Ahri walked by; as she tried to stick her bust out, swaying her hips with determination. He would walk by her as if she didn't exist. This feeling was new for her, even those other champion that were romantically involved would sneak a peek at her. Not just the male champions she had caught Vi, or as she liked to think of her "bi" take a look at her. The straight champions would ogle at her, while some of the woman would stare daggers at her if she showed interest in any male champion they fancied. She did laugh and entertain Taric and Ezreal, who were much too please to come and talk to her whenever she wore a new dress, or shoes. She would blush when they would speak to her usually saying things like "oooh girl, you looking good" as they would flamboyantly snap their fingers and spoke with silly lisps. She would also join them for tea parties and spa days as the three of them would ogle as attractive men would walk by.
Every person noticed her, either in a positive way either whistling at her or giving her scornful looks when she would walk by in her devilishly tight dresses and heels. But when it came to this Artisan, he wouldn't even acknowledge her presence. Even the blind monk lee sin, would sniff the air as she walked by and slap the ground next to her. Which would run vibrations through her body she would blush and get a flustered look on her face. He would look in her direction with a grin and compliment her daily "your looking good today Ahri". She would just call him a pervert and walk away, as he kept slapping the ground franticly. She liked his attention and the feeling of small earth wakes shaking her body with each slap of the ground. But even that became repetitive, the fact that the Artisan didn't even knowledge her presence had become a personal insult to her. She was getting to bottom of it and, today seemed like a perfect opportunity. She had seen the first "chink in his armor" and she was going in for the kill.