Aerie had disbanded some time ago. Without them, time seemed to drag on for him. The Abraxas had split ways, and while he wasn't an Abraxas, they had started to sort of feel like family. His mother had also gone her own way. Though she was old, he knew she could take care of herself. She was strong, knew what she was doing, and him...? He had no fucking clue. He didn't want to seem that way, so he parted ways with his family to head out on his own. He had been lazy with any and all training that had been offered in Aerie, and now he regretted not trying to learn a damn thing. He kicked a rock out of frustration, watching it fly until it landed in the water. He sighed as he slid onto the ground, tucking his feet under him as he lay there like a sphinx beneath the willow. The day was cold, early still, and he just...sat there in silence, nothing but the sound of the wind in the trees as he contemplated his life up to now.

Deciding to explore the lands closer to home, Gil found himself in an area that reminded him of the Whistling Willows. Who knew willows enjoyed the soil of Boreas so much? Making his way through the weeping boughs and careful to avoid the winding streams that opened the earth through the grove, he enjoyed the quiet of the land. Birds fluttered from tree to tree. The hum of bees is a nice touch to the ambiance. Gil even allowed a soft hum to resonate in his throat as he wandered. No real reason or destination, he was happy to continue until the sound of a rock splashing into some water nearby caught his attention.

There a younger boy lay curled up on the grass. The boy looked rather sour and anyone else would've steered clear of the glum boy. Not Gil though. No, no. Call him an idiot or whatever you wanted, but he was curious. Always curious. Why was the boy so unhappy in such a beautiful place? Approaching without hiding the sound of his steps, he looked at the boy with a playful smirk. "Someone piss in your bed or what?" He calls out.

"speech"