Aamu
He knows it likely doesn't mean anything, but he's pleased all the same when Zephyr slides the ring from his palm as they clasp hands. He hopes he'll keep it for more than an hour, that maybe he'll stumble upon it again among his treasures in a few year, and remember this day as one of those odd and unexpectedly pleasant little adventures in life.
And at least he does not need to worry about having offended him with his teasing suggestion, as he now finds himself accused of public indecency. Or, well, incitement to public indecency.
"Where do we go, then?" he asks smoothly (the corner of his mouth tilts up, he's down to play this game as long as Zeph's comfortable), trying to link his arm through Zeph's while turning to peer out over the busy market. Hopefully Haulani has some street food (Aamu's finances aren't the best after three centuries of stasis) that's spicy enough even an Ascended can tell they put something in their mouth. "I'm Aamu, by the way."
And at least he does not need to worry about having offended him with his teasing suggestion, as he now finds himself accused of public indecency. Or, well, incitement to public indecency.
"Where do we go, then?" he asks smoothly (the corner of his mouth tilts up, he's down to play this game as long as Zeph's comfortable), trying to link his arm through Zeph's while turning to peer out over the busy market. Hopefully Haulani has some street food (Aamu's finances aren't the best after three centuries of stasis) that's spicy enough even an Ascended can tell they put something in their mouth. "I'm Aamu, by the way."
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
You are the morning when it's clear
