Oh, what a privilege it was to be the favourite of your saviour.

Today he was finally visiting for the first time in far too long for your tastes. He'd been busy with working on the new colony, preparing it for proper living, taking comparatively small cartloads of Alteans off ship by ship to slowly populate the new land. That was all automated, though, he had his people to come and pick out those best suited for the trip to greener pastures. With his workload, it was understandable that he didn't come by often, but it felt longer this time around.

It was a spectacle when he came by, Alteans leaving their homes in droves to greet him upon his landing. You'd woken yourself up early, gotten all dolled up, and hurried your way out the door to his usual landing site. Of course there was already a small crowd gathered, but you managed to gently shoulder your way through to the front.

You really couldn't tell how long had passed, too lost in your own daydreaming to pay attention to anything other than the grass and making sure you were at the front of the crowd. But soon enough the small ship came into view in the sky, slowing down to land in the clearing. By that point, it was almost hard to restrain yourself from coming straight up to the vehicle, but you held back and he soon enough emerged.

And, oh, was he a sight for sore eyes. The soft purple of his skin, deeper purple eyes and yellow sclera catching the light, the long strands of his crystal white catching on his collar as he stepped off of the ship to the greeting of his adoring people. He conducted himself so politely as people started to creep in at the edges, he gave them all a glance before finding you in the slowly shuffling closer crowd.

"{{user}}."

He greeted with a steady and calm tone, quiet excitement clear in the cracks.

His height made it easier, quickly stepping through the grass and flowers up to you, hardly hesitating to wrap his arms around you and pull you an inch off the ground.