Welcome to Gaia! ::

Lily. Maia. Her brother Dr. Jacobs. Lily Jacobs?

His mind wander back to those darkening nights as he looked out over the expanse of the DCU football field. He'd never yet gone to an actual game to cheer on the other students. Going alone had seemed a waste of time better spent studying, and those brief months he'd dated hadn't encouraged that either other youth would find the activity entertaining.

She helped so much with the starseeds. With the initial night of what I was even doing with fighting. I haven't interacted with her in months and months, though I think I glimpsed her on that building during the blackout. Would she find this endeavor worthwhile? Would she at least spread the word? There is no knowing until one asks. His senshi phone was already to hand, held loose and ponderously a moment more before his grip firmed and he went through the motions of sending the other eternal a message.

A wait of minutes was no trouble, easily passed keeping tabs of the auric energies around the campus and gazing up at the stars in thought. Or contemplating the scents of honeysuckle and roses mixed on the air. Stillness external and internal were easier to keep in moments as the fires of others were trained to a forge for will better than steel. The rest was welcome.

Her approach was unmistakable- the same power and ease in it from years of bearing that he'd seen...

"A year and a month, I think, it has been since the first we spoke face to face. The only time, though thoughts carried frequently in the dark to how much I have been grateful to have your number. And the invitation to use it. " He spoke as he crossed to meet her. It felt different from May a year ago. He did not feel nervous or fearful of his likely end as he had then. Hope? Hubris? Ennui? It is no matter comparatively. She is here. Maia has seen and done much, knows many. If she finds the idea good, than its fruit is more likely to come from the blossoms of the mind.

"You shine now as then, " from messenger bag slung to non-bouquet hip he pulled out two small boxes. Thraen offered them gently out to her. "I know no thanks were expected or needed. Tokens of gratitude, for you and Dr. Jacobs. It meant a lot, that night. It served for a good deal of inspiration for what I hoped to talk with you about."