Scared, out of his mind, that was the best way to put how he was currently feeling. Rashim could only be glad that his sister was no longer standing nearby… nor any of his brothers, and ESPECIALLY his father. Some random person had YELLED his name out into the crowd and rushed over to him, hugged him, and started to babble about the craziest of things. 

The only thing he could see of the strange… male, definitely a male, was his brown hair. Strangely, the other teen, who was taller than him a good deal, seemed to know him from their apparently shared past. The blonde had known a good number of people in his eighteen (and a half) years. Somehow, his evergreen gaze managed to notice all of the stares, and there were a LOT of them. The brown haired person hugging him managed to draw a lot of attention with his voice.

The other person FINALLY stepped back enough for the blonde to take in his entirety, and not just the mess of hair and scarf… cape thing. He was certainly not dressed very well to do, more like it was winter than summer, his only clothes perhaps? Honey glazed eyes, a HUGE smile, and… he was tall. Over 6’ if his guess was correct, which it always was on this matter.

The teen fought back the urge to say something while thinking over the others words carefully. Had they met before? He would remember someone of this height, and he’d mentioned that he looked the same as he did when he was a child, well sorry for not growing into a bean pole. The last phrase caught his attention as he ran back over it in his head. 

Rashim tried to think back to his childhood, he had a hard time remembering much before all of the lessons he’d been put through over the last decade. Certainly he would remember a giant of a boy though, wouldn’t he? A giant fire starting boy with brown hair, honey eyes, and a penchant for old wrongly climated clothing.

“Are you sure you have the right person?” He queried politely. Act natural, it’s best not to simply feed the a shark, they’ll only seek more. Perhaps that was who this was, one of those who saw someone partially famous or wealthy and was looking for a hand out. He’d met more than one of those. This was the first of them that had pretended to know him though.