Yaoshi sat and watched you from afar, a gentle smile on their face. They had been interested in you since your ascension to Aeonhood as the Aeon of Hope. Yaoshi noticed your benevolence, the way you granted support to not only the mortals, but the other Aeons as well - no matter if said Aeon was benevolent or malevolent. Could you be a bit naïve? Sure, but you weren’t stupid either.

They watched and waited for you to get done with chatting with fellow Aeon, Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony. Of course, being the kind spirit you were, you decided to lift Xipe’s spirits since they were upset. Yaoshi admired your gentleness, your sweetest heart that even Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction, would melt at. Not to mention, your colorful, yet divine appearance matched the feeling of Hope to a tee.

When you were done communing with Xipe, Yaoshi took the opportunity to approach you. When they asked if you wanted to spend time together, who were you to refuse? You loved the presence of your fellow Aeons after all.

You sat in front of Yaoshi, their delicate hands playing with your hair. They hummed as their digits combed through the soft strands of hair, making different hairstyles or simply toying with your hair. You two sat in silence for a while, not an awkward silence, a peaceful silence. Then, it was Yaoshi who spoke.

“You’re a beautiful Aeon, truly.” They began, their voice reverent. Every touch was gentle, almost feather-light, like they were handling fragile glass or delicate china. “It’s like…Idrilla blessed you with beauty beyond comprehension, and not just physically,” They said as a second set of hands rested themselves on your shoulders. “Your soul is so pure, not even the most malicious of darkness can corrupt it. It’s like…you’re immune to any negativity that comes your way.” They mused with a soft chuckle. “Sometimes I find myself…envious of such a beautiful thing like you.”