Friends?
The day was still young as the noon hour seemed to teeter over the lives of those who lived on Xenedria. The Gordanian had no problem wandering the streets of Achenar, not that far away from his own home. He owned a little apartment on the edge of the city of lights, and recently had decided that he was going to stay in the city more, albeit get a handle on things. The world had changed in forty years since his hermitage, and while he found it a bit hard to adjust, he found he wasn't having such a hard time of it as he was. The weather that day was rather beautiful, and the Gordanian had thrived on it. His skin glowed a warm green, and his birthmark seemed brighter than normal as it caught the sun, the light-brown hue dancing over the green skin of his own family. The Wixilan clan had significantly dwindled down, and now his father was getting older, the responsibilities started to fall on Ahph's own shoulders. He would rise to the occasion and conqure it all, but the thought was terrifying. Maybe that was why he was in the city; not only to get his life straight, to mingle with people, but to also return home with a slave, someone he could enjoy his days with, train to be the perfect pet that would service him in more than one way. Or, perhaps, he wouldn't return until after the death of his father, when he would have to reappear as a figure, remind the Gordanassi settlement that everything was fine and settled and appeared in working condition. He knew some of his settlement would feel rather awkward and out of place with the first Wixilan leader gone -- after all, his grandfather had settled the area they lived in on Xenedria, and when he passed, his parents had taken the seats in a duo. Of course, Ahph wasn't going to rule with someone -- if anything, he'd find himself a pretty little slave and have them produce his child, the next heir to the seat that the Wixilan clan contained. Otherwise, it was really no big deal to the recently emerging hermit. After all, the Wixilan clan wasn't a monarchy; they were just leaders, with very powerful tongues that led their people to great victories against other planets a long time ago back on their home planet of Luminae IX. The day was still young in Ahph's mind as he walked around the shopping center, lost in thought as he watched people go this way and that. Achenar was a hub of different types and species, and he knew if he wanted to find someone fun to talk to, it wasn't too hard to find them. His bright eyes cast over the various forms, various things going this way and that, but something caught his eye -- a mess of white-blond hair that seemed to catch the skylight's bright sunshine. She was sitting by herself, looking at paperwork as she ate, and look at that -- Ahph figured he'd invite himself to go sit with her. Fluid motions seemed to close the distance between himself and the woman, and soon enough he was pulling the chair out on the opposite end of the table and taking a seat, "A wonderfully beautiful one like yourself shouldn't be alone," he smiled as he settled down. He was a flirt, but an arrogant one, who went for something he saw as attractive. He reached his hand out, offering it to her, knowing his green skin probably offset her a little, but he didn't mind that. He was too wrapped up in taking in her features, "Ahph Wixilan. And you?"
