KHEELAN
Kheelan had been wandering about the city since it was one of many days off. He had a hard time standing still though and had ended up wandering the bodega for the last hour by now, some places even visited the same stalls with things several times over but he hadn't found anything he liked. Instead he'd ended up getting some apples in the end.
Even though the summer day was warm and nice with blue skies and a bright sun to enlighten the day, the wind was still strong now and again. Kheelan made his way down the bodega while the wind played with his mahogany red hair. His eyes had a glimmer of teal in them for the time being.
His hair moved around him like a mane in water in the teasing winds but nothing that really seemed to bother him much. That was, until a strong wind caught him of guard, nearly causing him to fall. Thankfully Kheelan had always been good with standing on his feet and caught himself just in time to hear something crash to the ground just behind him. He jumped by the sudden noise and turned to see what it was.
A small bowl rolled out and around the door frame, leaving traces of pins, needles and different sizes of scissors on its way. By reflex, Kheelan turned on his heel to get them before the next wind would cover the pins and needles on the ground, or for that matter carry them away like a tumbleweed.
At the same time he kneeled down, a dark head appeared out by the doorway which was in coalition course with his own while he leaned down.
Swords can only kill the heart it aims at,
but music can mend all hearts that listen.
but music can mend all hearts that listen.
