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It just seemed like it had been so long since he had be able to enjoy some time on his own - of course he still dropped at the arcade, but that was about it. He hadn't even seen any other fa'e in ages now. Taking care of an infant sure ate away all your time, but Zero had said that it was normal.

So he found himself taking his favorite relaxing spot - an old swing way back in the propriety that it seemed only a few remembered that it existed anymore, swinging slowly and listening to the old chain creak, bare feet brushing the tall grass. The tree where starting to show some color, and a few leaves came off now and then, pushed by the wind.

It was awkward to think that he was two years old. Of course, no one would think that by looking at him, but still for some reason he felt... old. Maybe it was because he always had things running across his mind. The blonde boy gave a soft sigh as he stared up at the starry sky.

It was the moon that held his attention first of all, but soon a twinkle to the side of his vision distracted him. That star... It shone so much brighter than the rest. A supernova ? ...Yet something in the back of his mind told him otherwise.

He let go of the swing and walked a few steps, neither caring nor feeling that the grass was slightly wet. It would be that movement that would let any onlooker know he had noticed it, for his gaze always seemed to stare blankly without any focus.

It didn't only glow, it gave a twinkle. ...A twinkle that had a repetitive pattern, he eventually noticed. How odd.

The young boy walked a few more steps before he stopped, head tilting to one side as if trying to understand exactly what that odd star was doing, yet he couldn't find a single perfect, logical and scientific reason. Odd for him, now, to forget that not all things are logical and scientific, after two years, but it happened every now and then.

His ears suddenly twitched as sound hit them, not quite sure what had been said, yet sure he had heard something other than the wind. He turned, then stared. In the dark, he couldn't make out the person all that much. The wings... ...Wait, wing...

"...Mother ?"

He stood perfectly still for a moment, trying to will his mouth to stay closed as he was overcome with surprise and shock, and also by two very conflicting emotions. One of anger - why did you leave, why not tell me face to face instead of leaving me a note, why didn't you just take me with you and spare me all the worry ?!? The other was just a overwhelming feeling of gladness that it was finally all over, maybe.

Eventually the second won over any irritation that he may have had and he ran, the fastest he could, and about threw himself in the angel's open arms, remaining silent for the moment just in case the anger would return while he was trying to lock it inside just as he used to lock in everything else.

Confusion became proeminent now. How did she know, how had she guessed ? Was it this obivious on his face ? Quick, straighten up !

He pulled the long sleeve of his shirt over to his hand, using that to raise up and dry what he could of the angel's tears. "...I know that, I know all that. Yet I can't help myself. It's not your fault, mom... It's mine, really. I shouldn't feel that way."

He just hoped that the words "too young" would stop following him eventually. Slowly, a smile formed itself on his face. "There's no need to ask for something that's already been given, isn't it ?"

After all, he should be glad. She was trying to fill the hole in his family after all. He was just being silly.

]Again, he felt silent for a moment. Of course it made sense - she had said she wasn't returning without him. Yet... Where was he, then ? He couldn't help being curious - after all, Hoshi was his father, even if he had never seen him - and all that time, Sei had waited, patiently - to learn of the reason so he could decide what he thought about this whole thing accordingly.

"Where was he... ?" It was all he said.

Sei was, again, silent for a moment as he mulled things over, and interpreted the information he had just been given. It was just so hard not to be detached from all this... to the man that was his father, yet but a stranger in his own mind. Knowing full well now that his mother somehow could tell his feelings or his thoughts (he was not sure which right now), he couldn't stifle that small amount of guilt that arose. He was supposed to react in a way, yet... he just felt oddly disconnected from the whole situation.

He caught the ring in between two fingers and observed it, if only as an excuse to avoid his mother's gaze. There was always this.. this fear.

It never left.

"I hope he's going to be okay." He finally managed.

"I want to meet him." That much was true, the angel would know, as it resonated deep within his soul. "I do want to... But... I just feel so detached from all this." He frowned a tiny bit, forehead still resting against his mother. For one who was mostly unused of displaying emotion, being able to be read like an open book was awkward. He was not mad, just... it felt weird. He had grown to be able to hide almost anything from almost anyone, but no matter how wide a smile he could put on his face, his mother would always know if he was hiding pain behind a mask. "I think I will need to meet him, see him, talk to him, before I know what to do with all this." He admitted, hoping this would not upset the angel further. The fear... the fear would not leave, he tried to forget about it, yet he could not. I doubt I am the child she wanted to have, we are so different, after all.

The traitorous thought was finally locked inside (hopefully before the angel had a chance to catch it) as he perked and tilted his head in direction of the howl, head free yet still in his mother's embrace. "Ruathal... I remember him, I think."

Oddly the child gave no reaction as the creature hovered right over them - as if he had not felt the wind move...