Silas had returned to the guild hall the day before yesterday and didn't exactly make a reasonable effort in chatting with his fellow guild members. His anxiety was still too high, his self confidence had been thrown out the window years ago and was still trying to learn that not everyone was going to treat him poorly or bully him. Silas woke up this morning and made sure to shower and brush his teeth before deciding what he would wear for the day. He had no intention of going on any other requests this week and wasn't quite ready to throw himself into the crowded guild hall. The young mage threw on a white singlet, grey sweatpants and black sneakers before going for a jog around town. He only did this for about an hour before buying himself a bottle of water from a vendor and then found a nice tree to sit under to relax. He was trying to clear his mind but didn't exactly help knowing that his Aeons not only didn't respect him, but they acted as if they hated him. The only Aeon that ever seemed to listen to him or acted as if he didn't care was Golem, but he didn't exactly say much of anything. Ifrit just roars at him. Shiva looks down on him, often degrading him
The only Aeon that ever seemed to listen to the young mage was Golem, but like Ifrit, didn't say anything so it was a little hard to tell. Shiva always looked down on him, often degrading him and his actions. Alvar was his most reliable Aeon and would often fight for him, but the young man would still point out Silas' flaws, behaviour and provide him with criticism. None of them truly wanted to fight for him or with him.