An angelic visit. (Open)

Galio soared above the rooftops of Demacia, doing his daily rounds of the city-state of Demacia. While it was not entirely necessary, it brought him back to older times. When Durand was alive. Seeing people point, wave, and smile at him as he did his rounds gave him no small amount of joy. At least, as much joy as can be brought to one who failed before.

Looking down on one of his final circuits of the city, he noticed something unusual. White, feathered wings. Coming in for a second pass, he recognized fellow champion Kayle. He swung around a third time and landed in front of her on his back legs, drawing the attention of all those nearby. Stepping forward and folding his wings, he nodded in greeting.

“Greetings Kayle. What brings you to Demacia?”

The concept of taking breaks was foreign to Galio. He never tired, or at least not in the same way that others did. Demacia and its populace always needed to be protected, and when he was not on the Fields of Justice, he was dutifully doing just that.

In response to Kayle, he noted, "Demacia I am told is very pleasant this time of year. The flora and fauna are blooming, and the weather is comfortable at nights though warm during the day. However, you have arrived at an inopportune time. We are still recovering from the invasion of the Shadow Isles and as such we all are grim and slightly on edge."

"You do not mind if I accompany you?" He asked in way of finishing. Having said more than he was apt to say in a normal day, he fell silent and fell in beside Kayle, making sure to walk slowly so as not to outpace her.

Galio walked beside the Judicator in contemplative silence. He admired her for her striving for justice over everything else. In that way they were similar.

As they walked, Galio ignored the stares they were receiving. While Kayle had received her share of attention while alone, two champions--and ones who stood out from the crowd easily at that--received double the attention. He did not mind it at all, even if people dropped what they were doing and turned their heads to watch them pass by. Attention, unwanted or not, was par for the course being a champion of the renowned League of Legends.

One such individual who held Kayle in high regard, stepped out in front of the duo with a bouquet of assorted flowers clutched tightly in his hands. A well-dressed young man, blushing from head to toe, proffered the flowers to Kayle, and before she could say anything, blurted, "These aren't from me, if that's what you're thinking." He paused, and took a breath, gathering his wits. "These are from my family. As a simple gift for your work for justice." He held them out, still blushing from all the attention of passersby and other onlookers.

Galio, more than a little surprised at the young man's outburst, watched for Kayle's reaction. He wondered at the young man's actions. No one offered him flowers. But then again, what would he do with such things?

As she accepted the gift, he nodded nervously a twice before turning on his heel and disappearing from whence he came with quick strides. He did not waste any time, and before long had mingled with the crowds and was gone. Those who had witnessed the even, stared in wonder at the young man's courage, and few of them (men it should be noted) were a little jealous of his pluck.

Galio had not made a move the entire time the interaction happened. He stood silently analyzing the citizen's motives, the significance of the flowers, and how it all worked together. Being a stone golem, the actions of humans and other creatures baffled him at times. This was one such time.

Watching the man disappear in his hurried manner, Galio turned to Kayle, and asked in a sincere voice, "Judicator, enlighten me. What is the significance of this gift? I am not used to such gifts being given, nor the reasons why."

"Good deeds do not go unnoticed," Galio silently mused to himself. And yet, how many in fact did? Many, he had to assume. But that did not stop them, nor would it stop him. As for deserving a gift of appreciation, he did not know if he truly did. Perhaps it was the giver that decided such things and not the receiver. It would make more sense for it to be that way, since certain individuals thought more highly of themselves than they ought.

Out loud in response to Kayle, he stated in a matter of fact tone, "You do deserve this gift, as much as I do, Kayle. First of all, I would not be able to appreciate such a gift nor know what exactly to do with it. And secondly, I believe your dedication to justice should receive thanks from everyone, and not just those in Demacia."

He fell silent and walked beside her deep in thought after he had spoken. Though his day had started out normally enough, now it brought him fresh ideas to consider since the Judicator walked by his side.