Gaia Name: Sseureoji Sin


There was a soft, sighing wind that rolled over the small port as the young man watched the water. Deep blue eyes that seemed to mirror the deeper parts of the lagoon within the small key swept over it with an almost melancholy humor as he walked along the sandy ground. The sight of a small conch shell peeking out of the sand piqued his curiosity. The boys steps were sturdy though somewhat dragging as he approached the shell. Kneeling down, he picked it up and turned it around noticing that it was practically perfect with few chips. He smiled in glee at the discovery and thought that it was probably one of the best treasures that he'd ever found. Running back towards his home he could think of nothing but to show his father.
Along the way, he turned a corner and immediately fell back as he impacted something, a small oomph sound mimicking his as he landed on the ground. Looking in front of him, he noticed that there was a boy about his age, he blinked and spoke in a rather typically childish manner and quietly greeted the other, "Hello." It was a rather shy greeting as he clutched the shell to his chest.
The other young man looked at him while he was rubbing the smarting are of his ass, he had landed rather roughly. His hair was also blonde in color, but rather than the vibrant almost golden blonde of the boy he looked at, his own was pale blonde, straight rather than wavy. He promptly stood up and with a childish flair, bowed. The action was stiff but fluid as his upper body dipped in a reply, "Hello, I am Ambrose Maurlias. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintence."
Quietly, the other boy sort of stammered out as he stood, "G-Gino...Gambino." He seemed very nervous around the other boy, mainly because he didn't interact with too many people, and didn't know how best to handle meeting a new person without all of the formality that came with the parties that his father threw.
Ambrose extended a hand to Gino. At first he just looked at it a moment before tentatively extending his own, letting the other boy take his in hand and shaking it. His touch was cool and dry, unlike Gino's whose had been nervous and slightly damp due to nervousness. Ambrose smiled then started when he looked at the item that Gino had been holding against his chest, "What a neat shell! Where did you find it?" The blue eyes lit up with a curiosity and amazement at the sight of the item.
Gino looked down at the shell and looked out over the beach before pointing to the area where he found it. Stepping back as Ambrose approached him again.
A small hand stretched out as if in request as Ambrose expressed his request in the gesture, he wanted to hold it, to look at it. He had never seen such a perfect conch before.

Watching from inside of the rather large house, a man with severe features and golden hair that was reflected on Gino's head observed the two boys while having a meeeting in his office. How had he gotten away from his governess? And who was this other boy?
He didn't think about it very long before returning to his business at hand.

Gino tentatively extended his arms, both hands holding the shell as he offered it to Ambrose. "Okay, but don't break it." He watched the other boy accept the shell and handle it just as carefully as he had, though he turned it over and examined it more. There was some wearing of the color, but the pearlescent inside hadn't been worn at all. Instead it shone in the sunlight that blanketed over the island, sparking various colors, almost teasing to the eye. Pinks, blues, teals, greens, all different and each holding its own appeal.
Ambrose nodded when he was told not to break it, simply smiling and laughing quietly, "I will be very careful, it's far too nice to break."
Both of the boys admired it as Ambrose turned it around in his hands. It was a rather large shell, almost as large as either of their heads. Gino watched Ambrose a moment before looking away and speaking quietly, "You..want to go on a boat?" He hadn't had a friend before but he'd wondered about what he had been missing, so he extended the only possible fun thing that he could think of.
Ambrose looked over at the pier and nodded almost exhuberantly. Handing the shell back to Gino, he grinned and poised himself to begin running. "Last one there is a rotten egg!" At which point he immediately took off in a rather healthy sprint towards where the boats were docked.
Gino looked surprised when the shell was handed so quickly back to him, blinking when he heard Ambrose's words. Once they sank in, he laughed and began to run quickly with the shell still held to his chest. He closed in on Ambrose towards the end, and they were neck and neck until Ambrose fell back a bit with a smile.
He slowed his pace finally once Gino reached the dock, laughing as he caught up, "Looks like I lost. Good race." The tow-headed boy offered his hand in a shake, taking up one of Gino's in a pleasant hold before shaking it firmly and heading to a boat.
Gino blinked, then smiled and shoot his hand firmly before hopping onto one of the boats and waving to the crew members as they greeted him. Sitting down on a ledge, it was a rather nice one.
Ambrose whistled as he climbed onto the craft, looking down into the water as small fish swam around. "Wow, this is great." He began pointing out fish with an excitement and pride, knowing the names of a couple of them.
Gino sat back and listened, looking down when appropriate with a smile as he spoke. If he gained a friend today, he would be happy.
One of the crew asked if they wanted to sail a bit, and Ambrose piped up with excitement, "Can we?" turning baby blue eyes to Gino.
He smiled and nodded, holding onto his shell without a word. He was having fun. Looking over the water he curled around the shell while speaking, looking at Ambrose. "What kinds of things do you like to do for fun?"

They went on talking about the things they liked until the days length began to wane, the sun setting slowly over the horizon. The older man looked down to the docks where he saw his son smiling and handing the other little boy a rather large conch shell, one as large as their heads before he turned and ran home. The surroundings were quiet, a gentle breeze from the ocean danced lightly across the land, cooling the warmth of the day slowly while playing with the trees around the land.

The scene played out as the boys returned ashore, Gino fingering the shell gingerly as Ambrose bid his farewell, he took a slow step forward before speaking quietly, "Ambrose?"
The other boy turned, hearing his name with a smile, "I had fun, I hope we can meet again some time."
Gino nodded and smiled a bit, approaching Ambrose before holding out the shell to him. Ambrose looked at the shell and blinked, not quite understanding as he'd been told that Gino was going to give it to his father. The boy looked at the other quietly, curiously. He spoke then, "I want you to have this, to show how much fun I had today."
Reaching for the shell and accepting it, Ambrose smiled and held it close before nodding and turning, moving for his home while Gino waved then turned, running to his house. Bounding steps lead him up to the door and through it, running through the house and searching for his father. Room by room he went until he finally found him standing near the window in his office. He hadn't really moved since he noticed Gino with Ambrose down on the beach.
Turning when he entered, he smiled at his son rather warmly. "You seem happy." his father caught him up as Gino ran towards him to hug him.

"Yes father, I have a friend."