Rustling of trees and music in the air (open)

KHEELAN

Somewhere in teh back of his mind, a pressence was nearby, but he didn't seem to mind more than taking a note of it. It could just as easily have been a deer or some other animal. It wasn't too unusual that animals stopped and listened to when he played his flutes so he didn't quite mind it and put the movement in the forest aside in his mind.

He lost a bit of time while playing and wasn't sure how long someone had been standing not too far away from him as he played, listening to the tunes he played. His fingers touched the holes on the wooden flute with skills, knowing exactly where to put the next finger to generate the next note carrying the melody forward.

Not until the person spoke, did Kheelan stop and look up. His teal colored eyes glimmered like gems in the sunlight at the same time his hair glimmered in golden mahogany as the breeze caught a few strands and played with them. He stared at the man for a moment and blinked and hesitated a bit before opening his mouth to speak.

"Yes, it is played by heart. It changes through the season depending on what the heart wants to tell"

He tilted his head slightly and watched the man, by the stack of branches the male looked like he was going to either burn the forest down by a huge bonfire, or perhaps attempting to build something? His clothes were a bit strange, not at all like fae clothing which only made him assume the man was not from around here.

"Your clothes are strange.... you are not from here, are you?"

He took another hesitant glance down at the man's clothes. He didn't seem like a threat thankfully enough, yet a bit odd. Kheelan rose from where he was sitting by the tree, his dragonfly looking wings partly spreading from behind the cape before they disappeared behind the fabric on his back again as he straightened his back.

Kheelan held his flute in his left hand as he watched the man who was quite a bit taller than his 5' (153cm). His clothes looked more like some kind of elven costume Legolas would wear, coming somewhere from Middle Earth and lord of the rings to a person who wasn't from this world.

"Who are you?"

He asked, still a bit hesitant towards the man in front of him.

Swords can only kill the heart it aims at,
but music can mend all hearts that listen.