His face dropped. Now he was hearing things. The grin reappeared on his face. Oh man, that dragon was really getting to him, now he even thought girls were saying his name.
There was a rumbling in the distance. Liyal could hear the leaves rustling like the sound of far off waves in the ocean. Although, Liyal had never actually been on the ocean in a boat or otherwise, but he could hear the sound as clearly as anything. His eyes went slightly skyward as he focused on what he was hearing.
This was mostly how Leviathan communicated with him, if you could call it that. The water crashed and the aftertide roiled.
His name had been said. She had said his name! Liyal's face dulled for a brief second as his blush turned from her being so near to shame for not noticing. How had she known? Liyal couldn't even summon Leviathan (could he?) and, well, stories didn't have guys like him have summons. They fought epic battles for them. Fierce battle mages and warriors got special abilities. Liyal had fallen over imitating a chocobo next to him.
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. This was it, the jig was up. No one would ever let Liyal keep this, no one let him do anything with real responsibility.
Ashamed, he looked away from her at the horizon, his foot tapping. The sky looked like the open ocean, endless, the swish of a tail. Liyal turned back to her. "Heh." With his head turned, as if apologizing.
He had walked for half a week to get back to Emillion. He climbed out short windows, ran with rangers, hopped with docile beasts. For a mage, Liyal was fast. Leaping out of his seat, he took off at a running pace down a free path through the bazaar and down a big set of steps, black hair trailing behind him, bow strung over his shoulders.