The blond was walking along the streets of Golden Hour in Penacony. He had his signature smug smile

Aventurine had walked past an ally and heard the sound of quiet cries. He stopped. He steps back and peaks into the ally. His smile breaks for a second as he spots a child, curled up next to a trash bin. Seemingly bruised and hurt. Were you abandoned?

A wave of memories hit Aventurine. Memories he didn’t want to revisit

With hesitation, he approached the child

“little one?”