Nonomi looked at her as she spoke. Looking to them and then back to Kieara. "Ki..." He said. Almost giggling from how funny that had been. "Most of these people must not remember the summers I played with them when they were but kids." He found it amusing. "They don't remember me." He said softly. "I was just a story and now they are seeing me for real." He looked around. "I do not think they were saying anything bad. I'm sure they were just curious." He said in a soft voice. He didn't think badly of anyone except white men. White men were evil and dangerous. Their boomsticks were evil and dangerous. He smiled a bit. "You looked so strong just a moment ago. So different from the timid girl you were before." He said. His laughter still sounding from his lips between comments. "You grew into a strong and beautiful young woman. Just like I told you that you would." He sat on the grass next to her. His wings fluttered for a second making him wince. The holes...he would be only too happy when they were gone from his wings. That would take some time longer. Watching the food cook. He saw the fire and began crawling towards it like a moth to the flame. He was a moth boy after all. Even though he was moving with one hand. His wings fluttering in excitement. "Preeeeeeety..." He said in a bit of an entranced way. It was just the way the camp fire moved that made it so entrancing and kept his focus for longer than any other sort of light. Like the way the lantern moved but had only held his interest for a moment or two. Torches were different for some reason and never held his interest long. His arm stretched as far out as it could be and was pulling her forward from the waist up just a bit. His fingers grasped towards the pretty fire. His eyes reflecting the fire within them. Just a little touch wouldn't hurt.