Blue-purple eyes glanced at the man who was walking into the streets. His back was broad and cloaked, with black hair swaying by the slight breeze of the wind.
Though Siegren was usually silent, she felt something different when he stopped to look at the old couple's house.
'His expression...' Lumi then sped up her walking, "Siegren." She said, calling up to him.
He stopped to turn, looking down at the girl who called upon his attention.
"Are you okay?"
Siegren stared at the girl vacantly.
Was he okay?
The noise coming from the loud chattering of the crowds, the blacksmith forging a blade, merchant selling wares, and the people walking past them as they stopped in the middle of the congested streets of Hescurg... were all burned in the background, blurring into aberrations as his mind drifted away, fixing his gaze to Lumi yet his mind was entirely somewhere else.
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