The young boy had a strong grip of his own, and he met Constans’ eyes without a trace of deception or guile in them. He was a bit shy of the other boy, but almost desperate for some other friends his own age. He had very few in the tower, not many were curious enough about the only non-wizard child in the tower to ask about him.
“Well…I…don’t have anywhere else to go,” Aurin replied after a moments pause as he let one hand hang loosely at his side. “My parents weren’t servants, they were mages.” Were. Past tense. The way that Aurin looked away from the other boy made it clear that they didn’t go peacefully either, and it wasn’t something that he was used to discussing.