gentle tides | aqua
Another day in the city, another day to lose himself in his thoughts. Brown leather boots carried the youngster out of the apartment complex on a quest to nowhere in particular. His blue hat had been left in his bedroom after deciding that it wasn't of any benefit to him at the moment. It felt a tad strange to walk about without it, though it also was a bit liberating.Â
Gloved hands tapped against the small, brown leather pouch that had been tied to his side. Within it held what little money he had, as well as a few personal belongings. It didn't seem safe to leave them behind, and so he had made sure to carry them. The currency here was still a mystery, so perhaps it would be possible to pay for things with Ylissean gold until the money of this world had been acquired.Â
As he walked, he passed by the edge of the sports field and his pace slowed tremendously. There was nothing unusual here. Grassy land meant for sports and exercise. No, nothing too spectacular. What had caught his attention was a sparrow laying closer to the sidewalk. Curious, the Mage approached the tiny bird, brown eyes carefully taking in the scene.
"Ah-- you're hurt..."Â
Without a second though, he crouched beside the bird. As a result of his studies in magic, he knew a thing or two about healing spells, though he had never performed one himself. Unfortunately for him, he was neither equipped with a healing stave, nor was there a healer that he could call upon. So absorbed in the situation at hand that he failed to hear the tapping of feet against the pavement behind him.
