[open] Sweet speak with a mean streak; any

[Aedan]

i have loved the stars too fondly

She seems pleasant enough, not full of beaming smiles but inviting all the same. He didn’t really have a preference when it came to polite manners. Vita was all smiles and adventure, and he loved that about her. His Queen was sunshine and rainbows, and maybe it was even a bit too much for him but probably only because she was older than him and he wasn’t sure what to make of it (maybe slightly because it was simply naive). Isilya wouldn’t care, probably, to find someone living in Tephra without an introduction. She’d just be excited to make a new friend. Aedan didn’t actually pay that much attention to politics other than on rare occasions, and so he had no reason to know that she doesn’t even technically live here yet.

Her more subdued greeting is refreshing, he finds, as he steps into the warm water and settles down a polite but reasonable distance away from her. “Do you prefer Warlight or Will?” he asks, finding this more useful than merely knowing what others like to call her. “I’m Aedan,” he offers, a name for a name being only fair.

The water gurgles slowly around them, warming his bones in a way that night air had not. He lets most of the star aura go, keeping only enough to illuminate them just slightly. It was romantic, in some other situation. Tonight it felt merely like strangers who did not want to go to sleep. “Are you new here, or have I just missed you before?” The question is merely that, a question. He’s not accusing, he doesn’t really care what the answer is, but rather is just trying to come up with something to start a conversation. It’s not his strong suit.

to be fearful of the night

aedan

@[Warlight]