♚ bushimeiyo ♚
Xander’s breath fogged in the air as he exhaled. He watched it billow, evaporating into the evening. The sun was setting over Valla, preparing to shroud it in the darkness that he knew so well. Such an act of nature left the air cool—lacking the warmth of sunlight. There was also the fact that being surrounded by empty spaces in the atmosphere seemed to cause their surroundings to grow colder faster.
While he was perfectly comfortable in the cool air and breezes, some were not so fond of it, he had noted. This didn’t come as a surprise to him: while their Nohrian allies were used to such terrain, he had known since he was young that their Hoshidan neighbors were…less built for it. This held true for their adamant High Prince—or, at least, it had once before. As such, he had sought out Ryouma. If he was anything like Xander remembered him to be, which he certainly seemed, he was being a stubborn mule.
❝Prince Ryouma,❞
he started, still using the formalities of titles, although he longed to drop them and return to the way he had once said Ryouma’s name and nothing more. He paused for a long moment in an attempt to gather his words,
❝are you needing anything for the night?❞
