Sitting on the flat boulder where his ancestor--ancestors--created the Templar of Arms Master which later became House Ishtera, Zein stared at his hand while stroking the platinum hair leaning on his shoulder.
"Why are there two of them?" he asked, glancing at the esper's hand on his waist.
Bassena flinched and replied hesitatingly while hiding his blushing face. "It's...supposed to be wedding rings."
"I see..."
Bassena swiftly raised his head and straightened his back. He grabbed the guide's shoulder and stared intensely at the blue eyes. "I'm not stingy, okay? I just--"
"I know," Zein chuckled and flicked the esper's forehead.
He looked at the ring again and remembered hearing Bassena say he had something that his mother made for him. Zein didn't really know anything about jewelry, but he could tell the rings were very personal.
