Wapun Meadow working at the pyramid tonight

Of course he was right, the elven wolf responded with such surety that it brought a small smile to Evien's face. The other boy was spritely and near angelic in appearance - the quiet that they held in the space around them seemed so fragile, and Evien did not want to break it by raising his voice. Normally, he was quiet, but he did have louder tendencies around Ursus. So this was nice, being able to relax and enjoy the sunshine and this ephemeral stranger. The whole encounter was illusory, intangible. And he didn't want to scare the other boy away by being too loud or sudden.

Settling his portion of the chamomile down at his paws in a neat pile, but of course leaving some stems so that it could continue to grow there, Evien's attention was drawn back to the spirit. He hadn't expected the other to be interested enough to learn his name. 

"Evien. My name is Evien." Did last names really matter anymore? It was just part of his family that he no longer wanted to remember. The brown boy settled into a sitting position as well, attempting to meet the younger's green eyes. "And you?"