SD11.10.13: your hair

The fishes nuzzled up against her hair and she couldn't help but to smile. She wasn't expecting them to be so friendly, they had looked so skittish before.

"They like you. Perhaps it is because your hair looks like mine...?" A voice from behind said. Eaves turned to see a man before her, in clothing foreign from any she had seen, features unfamiliar to her, a painful scar marring his face.

"They often get confused, silly things." The stranger continued on with a smile and raised a hand. The fishes returned to him and his hair, faithfully.

For a long moment, Eaves studied him, unable to find words for the man who was speaking to her so frankly.

"...Who are you?" She asked softly with a tilt of her head.

"Aiden." The stranger replied simply as he met her eyes.

Aiden.