☽ a wild sandman™
☽ = wandering alone at night .
—「 日 」—
A figure cloaked in white darts throughout the dark forest, golden eyes glancing around for any signs of unnatural movement. His clothes are probably the least fitting for what he was doing, but Tsurumaru didn't think it would really be that much of an issue—Detiree was a small island where few would dare venture into the forest at these hours. At thef very least, anyone who saw him would probably think he was a ghost... and he isn't entirely against the idea of being turned into a urban myth.
Plus, Tsurumaru had no fear of being found. No one knew or needed to know he was a primal. At least, not yet. The time simply wasn't right for any of the crew to know of his true origins, and he planned to keep it that way until they were rea-.
Holy shit! Tsurumaru almost falls face flat into a bush when he notices one of the figures he had been searching for in the distance, outside of the forest. He swears that if he had been a second later to notice, he might have given himself away. The primal notes that he isn't doing anything in particular, however, except staring up at the moon with a thoughtful gaze.
The other is a primarch—that much, Tsurumaru could tell. But that only made his concern for Kaede grow. Why were he and the other one hanging around Kaede so much? What did they want with her? The questions roll around in the crane's head, and staring at the motionless angel didn't make things any easier for him.
The coffee-haired angel stays like that for several long minutes before heading back in the direction of Kaede's home. Tsurumaru considers following him, but decides that he would lose his cover the moment he left the safety of the trees. Sighing silently, the primal disappears back into the shadows of the forest until another night.
