Aurin was entirely unaware of the hate that was directed towards him. He continued on his way, it was a very familiar way to him. He had lived there for years after all, and he knew the way by heart by now. He slipped though the mages that hurried along, and the Templar guards that stood at attention. He still gripped that little bunch of flowers in one fist as he went.
At the call of his name however he skidded to a halt, one arm wind milling slightly to keep his balance. He turned quickly to blink slowly with his bright blue eyes towards the boy his own age that called him. A bright and honest enough smile crossed his face as he young boy turned towards the young mage.
“Hello,” he added as he looked towards Constans. “You’re….um….Constans right?”