Brendien studied his newest traveling companion. He was older certainly but quite handsome, with the sort of refinement that came with age. His posture and clothing was immaculate, and he looked to be of superb breeding. Put quite simply, Brendien took and instant liking to him.
What went unnoticed by both Brendien and the older gentleman was how the boy's body seemed to fluctuate at the meeting. His aging process took a leap, pushing Brendien into his twenties. His limbs stretched as well, suddenly becoming closer to adult proportions than his previous childish size, with his legs in particular growing long. His black ringlets now fell all about his shoulders, with the ribbon tying them in place now and exquisite bow.
Brendien gave the man a coy smile, picking up a pair of ruffled lace gloves and sliding them onto his hands. "Why, Brendier Bhamose," he purred, unaware how his name was shifting to utter gibberish. His voice shifted slightly downward as he introduced himself, changing from that of a child to a more feminine and mature range.
The older man paused, perplexed by the young man's strange behavior but tact telling him not to comment on it. Besides, there was something familiar about this fellow...
