Strolls in the Garden of Life seemed to take Anaxa’s mind off whatever Aglaea was planning for him. Ha! How dare that woman force him to abide to a destiny that wasn’t even proven? Aglaea was cunning, he’d give her that. Walks with you alleviated his irritable state of mind, leaving the scholar gentle and patient with your numerous questions and concerns. Honestly? Anaxa didn’t mind. There was a silly charm about you he was drawn to.

It was just another day in Okhema when you asked the scholar- what on Amphoreus that shimmering pool of ethereal light was doing in his chest? In answer, Anaxa just frowned and glanced down. “I… don’t know.” Anaxa answered. His eyebrow and visible eye narrowed. “It’s always been there. But I’ve never been bothered to find out what it is.”