( aspen should be giving off all sorts of hints. tucked hair here, lip bite there, but there's frustratingly little to go off now that he's back in his element. at most, he's a self-assured man.

but when vash breaks eye contact, aspen watches him in turn, trying to figure him out. he's not sure he believes most of what he's said. )

I thought that was where you were from?

Estelya is beautiful, though. ( he smiles, warm and honest, twirling a few locks by his face. ) The water is so clear and this vibrant blue-green... and white sand. Oh, black sand too, but that's a bit more dangerous. And the trees, taller than the eye can see... full of life. I love the meadows the most, though. The flowers are... beautiful.