Firmament

Nightfall

What's the boy's name?

The kid's name was Danyko Ivanov. He became a lot more talkative after that.

"Golly, I love your spear! Is it, like, your own personal one, or is it like, issued across all the guards."

"Um. It's my own."

Mico had found him an empty rooftop and was helping set up a fire as the sun set.

"Where did you learn to use it?" His eyes are amber, and sparkle as if they had stars in them. His brown hair flops over his forehead.

"Um. Back in my village, when I was a kid. We had lots of raiders, and I helped... defend the village."

"Wow. You must have gotten good with it, then."

"I started when I was five."

"Golly. They start you early. When I was five my parents just had me weeding the fields."

"Well. I was an unusual case. I had a... well, a birthmark when I was born. They said it was from God."

Mico: Discernment Roll

2d6 = 8

+1 Judge of Character (Mico)

-1 Cheerful Attitude (Danyko)

-1 Hidden Trait (Danyko)

= 7 (Partial Success)

Mico has mixed feelings. This kid had such an infectious cheerfulness and curiosity that Mico couldn't not talk about themselves, and that always made them uncomfortable. Then there's the other thing. When someone asks so many questions like this, it's usually because they don't want to talk about themselves. Mico knows a liar when they see one. They just can't figure out this kid's deal.

"What's your name, by the way?"

"Mykolai." They would prefer that people call them Mico, but that's too hard to explain all at once.

"Most of the guards here aren't really that nice, y'know? But you're cool."

"Um. Thanks." Mico definitely agrees.