They’ve known each other long enough for Gaja to recognize that, though it’s subtle, Nam’s expression was basically joyous. Nam’s never been as emotive as the phoenix. It’s one of their seemingly insurmountable differences. Gaja knew that Nam was like the waters of the world, calm on the surface at most times, but deep and rushing beneath. He never doubted the depth of Nam’s feelings.

Gaja’s smile softened as he watched the dragon’s gesture. Such appreciation was unmistakable. Everything Gaja brought Nam was something sparkling and beautiful. In part because he liked sparkling things. Also because he wanted to adorn the one so dear to him in shimmer and shine – he wanted Nam to look like the midday sun dazzling of water. Every gift was given freely, without wish for any favors in return. All he ever wanted from Nam was his time and companionship. Nothing more or less.

“Will you be leaving in the morning?” Whatever time Nam chose to return home, Gaja would accompany him. The bird just wanted to plan ahead for saying his goodbyes to their host and other guests.