Aamu
He is very happy when Mabel chooses to come with him, though how much of it shows is questionable. It's in the details, though: the brightness of his blue eyes, the ease of his smile, the way he glances at her to make sure she's alright. Bastien comes to her rescue, offering her an easy way to get started (he has no words for how grateful he is, in that moment) while a child breezes in after Isla (who was greeted with a smile) and a nervous stranger (greeted with a curious, thoughtful look and a nod) and takes charge of her.
Curious of this lone man who is not Ascended Aamu stops his whittling for a moment, regarding him with a mostly unreadable expression.
Reminding himself there is no war anymore (though it seems it might start again, soon).
No reason to be afraid, or wary (not yet).
He is outnumbered, by far, anyway, and it only gets worse for him as Wessex, too, comes into the Sanctuary to play. Aamu looks for the dragon for a moment.
"It was a pleasure," he offers quietly after Isla's telling of the work done in the medical clinic, his attention returning to his whittling. It is chunky still, just the roughest outline starting to form—it, too, seems to be a bird, wings spread in glorious flight, but the question of how skilled a whittler Aamu actually is remains to be answered.
Curious of this lone man who is not Ascended Aamu stops his whittling for a moment, regarding him with a mostly unreadable expression.
Reminding himself there is no war anymore (though it seems it might start again, soon).
No reason to be afraid, or wary (not yet).
He is outnumbered, by far, anyway, and it only gets worse for him as Wessex, too, comes into the Sanctuary to play. Aamu looks for the dragon for a moment.
"It was a pleasure," he offers quietly after Isla's telling of the work done in the medical clinic, his attention returning to his whittling. It is chunky still, just the roughest outline starting to form—it, too, seems to be a bird, wings spread in glorious flight, but the question of how skilled a whittler Aamu actually is remains to be answered.
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
You are the morning when it's clear
