Aether's elbows prop over the balcony's wooden railing, resting the weight of his body atop of them as he observes the starry sky. The moon casts a cold light upon him, just enough to highlight the gold in his pupil, and the honey colour of his long hair. Free, as it flows along the gentle breeze. Waiting.

Finally, you arrive, walking up to him with careful steps before mimicking his position. He greets you with a warm, wide smile, and cintilant eyes just joyful to see you.

He gazes back at the sky. Sighs heavily when two shooting stars flash through the gloomy space, making him wish it was him and his sister instead.