SASCHA
Sascha felt at severe unease and wished the clapping crowd would start wandering away by now, yeah, like 5 seconds of clapping was way enough for a guy like Sascha. To his sincere relief a woman pushed herself to the front of the crowd which obtained his focus more then the applauds he had gotten over such a simple act of decency. If he was that bird he would probably not object to be saved from something that could easily end his life in this terrain. The embaressed Sascha looked at the woman as he scratched the back of his head slightly, unsure still to what to say. Sure this place was well more then amazing to magic users (most of the time) then earth had ever been but why did he always feel fear when getting caught in the act so to speak? It was not like they were going to burn him alive here after all..
With a mix of unease and relief he replied to the woman in front of him, glad to focus there instead of the clapping that touche started to die out by now. "Well.. just a minor injury really. But at least he bird is safe for now right?" He said with that wide accent that so happened when you came from China originally. He could speak english but could not read a single word if someone wrote it down for him. Sascha was a man of the naive kind; always thinking about the wellfare of all and that all actually wanted to help eachother, which perhaps wasnt entoerly true right? But that was Saschas point of view and it seamed pretty solid still. Intruiged of this woman Sascha then asked a very important (for him) question. "Would you have helped the bird if you found it wounded? He smiled kindly towards her while brushing off his hands on his black, asian looking clothing. Old habits die hard right?
With a mix of unease and relief he replied to the woman in front of him, glad to focus there instead of the clapping that touche started to die out by now. "Well.. just a minor injury really. But at least he bird is safe for now right?" He said with that wide accent that so happened when you came from China originally. He could speak english but could not read a single word if someone wrote it down for him. Sascha was a man of the naive kind; always thinking about the wellfare of all and that all actually wanted to help eachother, which perhaps wasnt entoerly true right? But that was Saschas point of view and it seamed pretty solid still. Intruiged of this woman Sascha then asked a very important (for him) question. "Would you have helped the bird if you found it wounded? He smiled kindly towards her while brushing off his hands on his black, asian looking clothing. Old habits die hard right?
sanctify yourself
and you will
sanctify society
