Anden
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
She wanted his hair? Anden was lost. He'd encounter many different people since he'd arrived in Caido, but none had ever made such a strange request. Was it needed for her magic? Surely if that was the case someone would have explained that to him by now. Whatever the reason though, he made a deal. The last thing he needed, was for people to think he wasn't good for his word.
Anden plucked a few strands of hair from his head, giving them a curious look. There was nothing interesting or special about the few locks of hair, atleast not that Anden could see. He offered the fae his hand, "But first, what's your name?" Anden asked. "Mine's Anden." He wanted to know the name of the women who had trained him, he wanted to be able to remember her.
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
In an endless game of hide and seek