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Aadhira was bored. Now, while this was truly a terrible, horrible thing, possibly unconscionable, it was not uncommon. The boredom had not crept up on him for lack of things to do, either, and that was what made it worse. Justin's house was truly full of interesting things: the blender, for one, was a powerful tool that Justin did not use enough. And there was a television and several gaming systems that he had as yet not touched. However, Aadhira craved a different kind of stimulation. Unlike Justin, he was not an introvert at heart. His guardian was perfectly content to sit in half-darkness, chewing on his lip as a particularly tough enemy flounced across the screen, but this was just too.... quiet. Aadhira thought quiet was a good word for it. Or perhaps alone. Regardless of what word he could tack onto the feeling, it needed fixing.

This was how Aadhira had come to lay on his bed, papers idly strewn about him, cell phone in hand. He doubted Justin would miss the papers, not for a while, at least. He would have an adequate amount of time with them. The sheets contained the numbers of raevan guardians in neat little lines and, where applicable, some potential candidate and raeven numbers as well. Having been barred from leaving the house without a 'good reason' (a frustratingly vague statement, Aadi thought, and entirely unfair. After all, nothing bad had happened), the raevan had decided to connect socially in another manner entirely. It would not be physically, unless he could wrangle an invitation or something. Aadi did not have an exact plan set up for such a thing; he remained impulsive and terrible planner. Justin could take care of all plans, surely. He did not know it now, but this could be termed 'cold-calling' where he himself was the product being sold. And who wouldn't want a piece of him?

Thus far, he'd dialed a few numbers, hanging up immediately once the call rang through to voice mail. Aadhira held no desire to speak to robots or extend his greetings to pre-recorded boxes that would surely warp his voice. He had debated calling Ethiriel, or texting her, but refrained. She was a resource that, having met once, he could rely on. But he wanted someone new. It was really a shame that no one would pick up, he thought mulishly. He combed his fingers through his hair, ribbon flopping lazily. Finally, he jabbed out another number and waited, listening impatiently to the ring.

Aadhira could hear her just fine. However, the breathy voice on the other end of the line did not particularly sound like a Lorenzo. He wasn't sure what a Lorenzo sounds like, but he had built something up in his head: a voice with rolled r's and a deep, bass rumble, similar to some don Juan from a daytime soap. He was so immersed in deciding who this new voice must be that Aadhira did not notice she had spoken again until a few seconds had passed. He blinked.

"Ah, hello. Are you Lorenzo? My name is Aadhira. I had called..." He trailed off. Now that he had someone (even if he did not know who) on the phone, Aadi wasn't entirely sure what to say. Finding out who it was could be his first step. And if this was a Lorenzo... what a twist!

It was not Lorenzo. Aadhira leaned up, tucking a pillow underneath his arms and taking a moment to twist his hair to one side as she spoke. This was not Lorenzo and it was also a secret! Fascinating! "My guardian chose my name. His name is Justin - I think I would die if my name were Justin." He made a long-suffering sound. Justin was a plain and boring name, but at least Justin had the foresight to give him an alright name: Aadhira. His guardian had told him it was because he had first looked like some sort of celestial body floating in space. A rather nice thought, Aadi mused, even if Justin had been thinking with the wrong set of origins. The frei was certainly not an alien.

"Aadhira means 'moon'. You did not sound like a Lorenzo; why is your identity top secret? Will spies come to murder me if I learn it?" This was asked quite earnestly. Aadhira had seen a variation of that plot in some show and while he had no wish to be murdered over someone whose name he did not even know, it was rather exciting. He tried to ignore her attempt to turn the conversation to something like the purpose of his call for fear it would end said call.

"Mhm," he said, pleased. "Not a moon raevan, though, something more princely, I'm told." That was certainly padding things a bit, even if he did look quite nice (and knew it). Aadhira felt as though essences and souls should be held close to his chest until he met someone in person. In an ideal world, the other party should have to guess with some sort of penalty until they either guessed correctly or forfeited. But Aadi would not relish the same game turned around on him, he thought. He did not like to lose.

What, he wondered, did she sound like? An Adele, Francine, Nuit? "No, although I am not sure what you sound like. If you will give me no name, what am I to call you - necromancer? What an inelegant name..." Aadhira had never met a necromancer before, only vaguely understand that they had something to do with the undead of the fleshly variety. "What does a necromancer do?" He was still running through potential names in his head as he spoke. Perhaps, if he had not been so pre-occupied he might have latched onto the fact that she knew what a raevan was. The comment about the mirror stopped his thoughts entirely for a moment.

"That must be terrible!" he said sincerely. "How do you know what you look like or if your hair is perfect or how your smile might tilt your face one way or light it up charmingly another?" Aadhira had forgotten, for the time being, that he was supposed to be making a Good Impression.

"What's a lich?" Aadhira had mostly ignored the fantasy rpgs that Justin played, or he would already know. The sci-fi ones were kind of cool, though. "And being a necromancer sounds like a lot of paperwork. Justin brings dead computers and stuff back to life. Techromancer. Still boring." That kind of sounded like Justin loved technology a little too much, Aadi thought, and rolled over again. It was difficult to stay still.

He sighed, thinking for a moment how his world seemed comprised of chunks of everything being too exciting for words(!) and everything being boring. He hated the boring parts. His attention span remained markedly short despite Justin's best efforts to engage him in things. "Of course there are things to look at - everyone is looking and it is wonderful! You sound pretty, and pretty and mysterious often go hand in hand. I could call you Cloak, since you're so mysterious, or Veil." He hummed for a second. "We should meet! I can see how mysterious you are - you could even wear a cloak and veil to retain some mystery."

He sounded entirely pleased with the idea.

"Sounds decaying," he said. "Though I can appreciate the immortality factor." And the fancy part, Aadhira thought. Now that he thought about it, the word seemed familiar - probably something from a video game, not enough for him to actually speak on the real-life implications of liches. "I'm sure I could ask him to show you some things. He wants me to learn more as well, Veil." It was clear he'd already decided what to call her. Once he had a sort of name for her, he felt more at ease. A name was an important construct of a being. Aadhira supposed he was lucky he didn't hate his.

"I would be terribly sad if you forgot my codename for you." He injected a pout into his voice although he wasn't sure how anyone could forget things that concerned him. "Well, perhaps not everyone looking, but a lot. I would certainly look." He rolled over to grab a notebook, his wings folding neatly as he did so. Idly, he doodled as he spoke, drawing out a vaguely disproportionate cloaked figure.

Her enthusiasm was good and Aadhira smiled widely. "Who are you meeting? Flowers are nice; Justin's friend has flowers, a shopful! I want to meet everyone because everyone should meet me. Why can't you leave? And I think I should like to look at you, so no cloak is needed. I promise to still find you utterly mysterious!"

"Decaying things smell, too," he added, matter-of-factly. One time, Justin had tossed out some bad meat and forgotten that he had just taken out the trash so it sat... and sat... and sat. And it smelled. Justin needed a lot of work, Aadhira thought. "Why would you leanr about necromany and not learn it? Justin will let me later, when I'm not in danger of frying a computer."

"Eden sounds pretty, like a queen of fairies. And I think you should leave, even if he says no. One time, I left on my own and had an adventure and met another raevan." His brief meeting with Xiu didn't really qualify as an adventure, but she didn't know that. "I could visit you. I would like to. And you can show me your mysterious self and see my lovely self and stuff." Stuff was a pretty vague ending, but he couldn't think of anything else. Would they play games or listen to books or...? He just didn't know.

He twisted his neck, almost cracking it until he realized she might be able to hear that. "Where do you live, anyway?"