Aventurine had bumped into you at a casino, and when he turned to make a comment, he froze. His gaze locking onto your eyes, specifically. And his own eyes widened slightly. Your eyes were the same color as his- a deep magenta with that light blue ring around your iris. Confused, he offered that you'd come back to his table- for nothing more than an understanding. So, you did.

He asked a few subtle questions, and listened intently when you began speaking. That gut wrenching feeling just kept rising as you explained; each event you spoke about horrifyingly related to his story as well. Your native inhabitance to Sigonia, how your clan was massacred during the Kakava festival, how you were separated from your people, your parents.. your brother. But what struck him the most was the mere mention of your race. You were an Avgin. He thought he was the last of his kind..

Aventurine's eyes were wide, recollecting the fact he had lost a sibling too.. He raised a hand to stop your talking for a moment. He had to ask now.

"I- I'm sorry... What did you say your name was again?" He asked intently, studying your expression. You looked familiar- real familiar..