I was sure my eyes had popped out of their sockets when he had said that. I had heard legends about a man who is the sun, a man who shines as bright as the sun itself. But I didn't actually think they were true, after all, they were only legends. Fiction. Things that were not real.

"...Let me rephrase that, My name is Luceat. And you are?" He murmured.
I was sure I looked like a gaping fish and maybe that was the reason he looked so awkward, the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and how he started to dart his eyes all over the place, so for better causes I regained my composure and coughed.

I returned his smile and said, "I am Celena. And I am human"

He snorted and laughed so hard, he had to double over while holding his stomach. My face burned with embarrassment.

Did I say something wrong? Why is he laughing at me? As I continued to stare at him, he proceeded to laugh and I had to wait a few more minutes until his laughs had died down.

He wiped a tear that had fallen in the midst of his guffaw, and smiled at me, "That has got to be the worst introduction in the history of-well-forever!"

I raised my eyebrow, "Oh? And you did any better? Well, I'm sorry then Mr. Sunny!"

His face darkened for awhile and I thought he was going to pounce on me. But in a split second, his face had brightened up again and he had rushed behind me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What are you doin- Hey!"
He was looking at my wings in awe, like they were the most precious things in the world. He then started to stroke them, and that sent a shiver up my spine.

He didn't seem to notice until a few seconds later, he looked at me and said, "They're beautiful"

I played with the strands of my hair that had fallen down my face in the midst of the events. And I gazed at my wings. I had always thought they were stunning, soft and all in all amazing. I unconsciously smiled at the thoughts, "Yeah. They are"

He came from behind me and walked closer to me, I tried to figure out what he was about to do, but even though he looked like an open book, I couldn't read him all that well.

He started to walk closer and closer but I didn't feel threatened, I felt intrigued.

What was he going to do?

He got closer until we were standing face to face and I could smell his minty breath, before I had the chance to ask him what he was doing. He cupped my face and took the fallen strands of hair then slipped them behind my ear and whispered, "They may be beautiful, but you are stunning."