Sascha wiped his sweaty brow before he collected the wood on the grass under him that he had been collecting for the day. He had FINALLY found that red wood he had been searching for the past week and was convinced it would be perfect for the project he was in the making of. The wood was heavy as he started walking through the glade and as he had walked for quite a while it had started to hurt his hands to the degree that he felt it was time for some well earned rest. He had yet to notice the music nearby considering he had been caught in his own head for the struggling travle he had made. But now as he had set down the huge pile of wood he started to hear the melody and confusing enough it was VERY close by. He looked around quite intruiged by the music and located that the source must be coming from behind the very bushes he was resting by.
There was a thought to just leave it alone and mind his own business since he had work to do, get the wood back to his home and start building but Sascha had never been very good at focusing on what he SHOULD be doing when something else caught his attention. Since he couldn't leave his precious wood though he bent down and lifted up the heavy pile again before stearing his steps around the bush to the place where the fae was playing. Ofcourse Sascha didnt even know about Fae's yet since he was still very new to this world which made a slight gasp leave him when the eyes had adjusted to the sunlight. A fair looking man playing that nice song sat against a tree a slight bit away, so calm and peaceful that it almost put Sascha into chock.
Sascha gathered his sences and put down his pile on the ground before watching the fae in front of him thats seamed to be lost in the music he was playing. Sascha was a bit dirty after the wood collecting he had been doing. Smudges of dirt was planted on his face and on the black clothing he was wearing together with grass stains on his knees and his hair kind of ruffled from the wind. It was a habit the trade he was in had on it's presuers after all and Sascha didn't mind it at all. What was he gonna say? Should he still leave the man alone to not disturb that peace? After a few moments of consideration he decided to make himself known to that peaceful man and opened his mouth. "That is a beautiful song, have you written it yourself?" Sascha said in his normal, kind way and attacked the man with one of those charming smiles that Sascha seamed to always pocess no matter how he tried to dull it down a bit.
SASCHA
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
