Altar of Twilight We'll Finish What We Started

He could hear the hint of disappointment in her voice, but shrugged it off. He had enough of that within his own family — the elitism of this sect was stronger than he had ever seen before. He simply had to adjust. He was different than the young slip he was a few years ago. He hoped he was. 

The Melonii, He grinned bashfully. Unoriginal, I know. He supposed that here where their name was not as known it was appropriate to be blatant. Yours? He returned the question. Or at least your friend's. Just to help me map things out.

They had walked a long distance as they talked, devouring the steps with their conversation. Of course, He nodded, understanding. It wasn't right to waste the day away with a stranger when you had a friend waiting. It would be nice to see you again.