His name was Booker, so he said, and it fit him nicely. She liked his name.

Reyna found she was disappointed when he let go of her hand, though she easily brushed it aside in favor of following the trail of silvery veins going up her arm with her eyes. She reached over and touched one gently, trailing the length of her arm until she could no longer see it. Did the marks cover her entire body?

"I'm different from you," she stated rather than questioned, easily able to tell that they were both completely different despite both being human. She had no idea of her beginning, that she was an incomplete Soul Star with a semi-bond she had attempted to create with Booker. She had no idea that her complete existence depended on him. The problem was, neither did he.

She shivered with yet another gust of wind, this time wrapping her arms around herself to keep in what warmth she had.

"It's so chilly out here. Is there anywhere in Lenton that's more comfortable?"