[open] tired of nothing

[Aedan]

aedan --

It does not take long before someone finds him with a name and a greeting that only includes half of the Island’s name. Aedan notices the stunted way it is offered, though he doesn’t think much of it. Maybe that’s what the locals call it, and he is no local. Not really, anyway, even though he grew up in Tephra. ”Aedan,” he offers with a nod and a pleasant enough smile. It feels almost strange to be talking to someone other than Vita, a thing he has not done in far too long.

Strange, but also nice.

The other stallion is about as strangely colored as Aedan is. Not that it’s unusual in Beqanna, but it makes him like the other man a bit more. The compliment doesn’t hurt. ”The stars come with tricks, though they’re best at night.” He grins, a bit playful and impish, feeling a bit more like himself with each passing moment. ”I’m here home shopping, though. Looking for a decent place for a few vagabonds to live. Myself, my wife, Vita…” He nearly hesitates on the word wife, but he doesn’t know what else to call her really. She was nothing less. ”And soon a child. Doesn’t have a name yet.”