With a half-distant look in his eyes that seemed to take on a violet hue beneath the rising sun reaching its highest point, Altair's silvery hair billowed, spiraling around his body as if he had been lost in the depths of some ancient seas of old.
When Tasha had returned, even she could not but be taken aback by the strange phenomenon. Despite being an arm's length away, she could not feel any sort of Mana, much less any other type of energy around him yet…
"Is this the room?" A haunty voice echoed, betrayed by its childish timbre.
The door to Altair's room shot open, stopped only by Tasha from slamming against its hinges by catching it with a hand. She glanced back at her master, then the little thing barely the size of a young fawn. The boy's brows were nudged together, with his strikingly amethyst eyes glaring up at Tasha, barring his way. He couldn't have been more than four or five.
