“Yeehaw!” Izana didn’t stop to ask himself why he said that. He approached Silas, yet another vaguely familiar face. He held out a cup of tea. “Hello! Long time no see, heehee! Want a stamp?”
Yeehaw? Is that some kind of Izumite greeting… no, Silas won’t overthink these things this time. Especially coming from Izana of all people.
“Hello–” he says, trying to return the greeting, but he doesn’t get another word in before a cup of tea is shoved into his face. “A-A what?” Silas asks, gently taking the tea from Izana’s hands. It’s too easy to see Izana somehow stumbling during one of his ‘dances’ and making a mess of this poor thing. “Oh, a stamp. From that game the students are doing.”
Honestly, when one of the professors first described it to him, Silas thought it sounded like a fun little game to enjoy while he stands guard. Yet the night is halfway over now and the card is still pristine in his pocket, the signet ring unused. One of the knights here mentioned that he’s not much older than many of the students here, but even so, it’s like there’s this invisible barrier that divides himself from them. Surrounded by friends, champagne in hand, laughing without a care in the world... it’s just not the world that Silas lives in.
The thought makes him more melancholy than he’d like. “Yeah, I’d like one,” Silas answers. Balancing the tea in one hand, he pulls his card from his pocket and offers it to Izana. “Actually, you’ll be my first stamp!”
