Aeolus:

[Aeolus]

we've been running away from space and time
if we don't fit in the grand design

Sometimes he forgets how unnatural it must be for others to experience walking on the soft, silky beach of his home. When his mother had first taken him to the larger areas of the beach it had taken him a couple of times to get used to walking on it. Now it was simply a breeze walking or running across the island’s beach just as swimming was for him. The corner of his smile lifts up to a smirk as he watches Cyprin try herself before closing the distance between them. He musters a soft chuckle at her attempt, but he at least is happy to see her try it for herself. Most of the visitors that come to their island tend to stick to the wetter parts of the beach that are more stable and firm underneath them. His ears flicker forward as her gentle voice fills his ears. It was sweet and soft, almost like honey or the taste of tropical fruits that are found everywhere on the island. Aeolus feels his lips widen at the mention of her family disliking the cold. “I don’t think anyone is,” The young boy comments although he has no idea what it is like to feel the cold touch of winter’s hands. He might some day when he decides to venture off to the island to the mainland. “Don’t worry, it’s easy to forget your thoughts when you come to a place like this.” He offers with a tilt of his own purple head. Naturally, he is filled with witty words and humor. Aeolus has always been easy going and prefers to make others smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Cyprin.” His mother certainly didn’t forget to teach him his manners. “I’m Aeolus,” he adds. A warm feeling instantly fills his dark violet cheeks at Cyprin’s comment. “Thank you,” he says shyly. It wasn’t often he was complimented. Well, at least someone who wasn’t his mother. “Maybe if you stay long enough you can decide if the sunsets here are better than my sunset coloring.” A soft laugh escapes through his lips after his words. He wonders then what kind of place Cyprin is from. “Where do you live?” Certainly, it would have to be nearby, but maybe Cyprin was on her own adventure to see all Beqanna. Aeolus knew he would like to see more of Beqanna one day.

then no one can ever confine us, and no one can ever define us
we're just trying to live where the wild things are

Aeolus

@[Cyprin]