“A soul of many things. Above the simple man - grander than your imagination,” Arms in elegant gesture, his fingers pick the ghost of stars,“…but who are you? Alone and small. Whispering to yourself - have you an ailed conscience?”
For a moment, she thought this stranger to be a vain man, but it was hard to define a personality after mere moments. Then again, he seemed to be proving her right. ”I’m of sound mind,” she said carefully, wavering between whether or not to give her name. He did not give his own, despite her question. ”My name is Naminé.”