The sun had begun to set, and Argilla paced down the streets of Lago, walking past numerous buildings. Some were restaurants, others were stores, each with different signs and names.

Anima's Finest Wines

Ruth's diner

Vinyl Moss

All of these places disappeared behind him as he walked, as he had another destination in mind. Soon enough, he could hear the fog horn of a ferry out on the lake. Argilla had arrived at the docks. The sky had darkened, and he surmised that it would rain soon. No matter, he wouldn't overstay his welcome there.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted somebody else, sitting next to the docks. His eyes were drawn to a young girl, wrapped in blankets near the docks. She had freckles and her hair was a bright blue. Her eyes matched her hair, as he realized she had been staring straight at him. Argilla kept his eyes locked onto the girls until she looked away.

He walked to the end of the docks, staring out into the water. Oddly enough, for some reason that girl remained in his mind. Argilla noticed the ripples in the water as raindrops began to fall from the sky, and he turned back towards the girl. She was shivering, even with the blankets around her. Argilla approached the girl, a sudden chill running down his spine. Was he really that cold?

The girl pricked up her head when she heard Argilla's footsteps, looking up to find him kneeling at her side. The voice of his father flashed in Argilla's head, 'Be polite, Argilla. Try your best to blend in.' Upon getting a closer look at the girl, Argilla realized how young she was.

Words began to flow out of his mouth, not much thought being placed into his words. "Do you have any place to stay?" The girl shook her head, prompting Argilla to speak again. "You could get sick, would you like to spend the night in my home?" The girl hesitated for a moment, when the rain had suddenly increased in intensity. She nodded quickly, wanting to get out of the rain as fast as she could.

Argilla helped her up, making sure that the blankets stayed wrapped around her so she would remain warm. He did his best to keep her out of the rain, as he lead her back to his apartment.

The laundry machine whirred as it washed the girl's blankets. Argilla stood in the kitchen, before he leaned into the next room over. The girl had been sitting there, wrapped in new blankets. "Would you like a drink?" She nodded. "Coffee?" She shook her head. "It's cold. Hot chocolate?" She nodded. Argilla began to brew her a mug of hot chocolate, and he turned on the radio while he waited.

"...and local authorities have finally quelled the week-long Grimm attacks outside Lago. Thankfully, there were no casualties, although some have been seriously injured, and are currently in medical attention."

DING!

The mug finished filling with hot chocolate. Argilla turned off the radio and brought the mug to the girl in the next room, setting it down on the table in front of her. He took a seat himself, sitting across the ways from her. He could hear her mutter something as she grabbed the mug. "Could you please repeat that?" He said. "Be careful, that hot chocolate is still very hot. Do not hurt yourself."

The girl nodded, looking back up at him, as she began to speak "Thank you." Her voice was soft and gentle. She slowly took a sip of the hot chocolate, as Argilla watched her. This continued for a few minutes before Argilla broke the silence.

"What is your name?" He asked, not looking away from the girl. She looked up at him nervously. Argilla picked up on this, and he spoke again. "If you are afraid, I will tell you my own name. My name is Argilla Aubade." The girl nodded slowly, and Argilla waited for a response.

BZZZZZRTT!

The washing machine rang as it had finished with the girl's blankets. Argilla began to stand up as he walked towards the machine.

"Lynae." Argilla looked back, hearing the girl speak. "My name is Lynae."