[ For a few moments, Aspen wished he hadn't said a thing. If he was an Aurain - which was incredibly unlikely, he told himself; they'd killed and enslaved most of them and he'd seen those in chains - he had white wings, and he knew the hierarchy would mean this other man was something of a strategist.
And, well... Aspen wasn't as smart. Maybe that could be sensed. Maybe that was embarrassing, or worth scorn and abandonment. Who knew? A lifetime away from his people, his memory loss, it all pointed to his grasping for a culture that slipped away from his fingers, with no one to tell him what being Aurain was like. He purses his lips and looks, briefly, ashamed of asking, turning his gaze away.
Only when Reyson relents does he bring his gaze back, shock written all over his expression. ]
- oh. Th-thank you.
[ He brushes some of his silver hair back, taking a careful seat beside him, folding his own wings a little tighter against his body so as to not disturb him. ]
I apologize if this is rude, but - you are not Aurain, are you?
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And, well... Aspen wasn't as smart. Maybe that could be sensed. Maybe that was embarrassing, or worth scorn and abandonment. Who knew? A lifetime away from his people, his memory loss, it all pointed to his grasping for a culture that slipped away from his fingers, with no one to tell him what being Aurain was like. He purses his lips and looks, briefly, ashamed of asking, turning his gaze away.
Only when Reyson relents does he bring his gaze back, shock written all over his expression. ]
- oh. Th-thank you.
[ He brushes some of his silver hair back, taking a careful seat beside him, folding his own wings a little tighter against his body so as to not disturb him. ]
I apologize if this is rude, but - you are not Aurain, are you?