The fabric of Aether's jacket shifted as he turned, catching the ambient light in its carefully woven threads. "What?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of confusion.
Anna leaned forward, her eyes tracing the intricate pattern emblazoned across his back. "Your jacket—there's a cross on it. It reminds me of the one at the church." Her fingers hovered just above the design, following its lines without touching. "It's quite striking, actually."
Aether rolled his shoulders, causing the cross to ripple across the expanse of his back. "Oh yeah, the church," he mused, absently adjusting one of the many straps adorning his outfit. "I've heard your dad talking about them. Seems like I see their symbol everywhere these days—" He let the thought trail off as he settled onto the bed's edge, the mattress dipping slightly beneath his weight.
