His laugh made his eyes spark, while the newness of the sun shifted them to something closer to a leafy, luminous shade. Warm and alive. Aiesha was on her feet immediately when the offer came to join in on the patrol—and she swiftly put aside his self-deprication with a smooth comment of her own, To be a mazoi is a noble cause.

Plus, if he thought himself a simple mazoi, what did that make Aiesha, who trained under the jodai directly? She did not bring this up, though. A simple stroll was all that she required and she was pleased to have company.

As the were underway, she made sure to keep up with his stride as he was taller, and his legs a little longer. Aiesha may have boasted her father's colors but she had been scaled to match her mother, and this was a fact the girl was coming to understand with each meeting.

Tell me about yourself, she requested—not realizing how forward that might sound! Unlike her mother, Aiesha was not so reserved. She wanted to know everything she could about her new friend. We can walk and you can talk. I do love some exploration.