saiden
As the woman spoke up from the cathedral, Saiden glanced inside, though he didn't stir from his spot. Holding the line easily in his hands, he swept his gaze over her, taking in her frame, her clothes, her skin. She was pretty enough, in a ghostlike kind of way, which was fine by him. However, she definitely didn't fit, unlike him with his tanned and glistening skin and sun-touched hair.
When he'd drank his fill, he turned his gaze back to the water. ”Not yet. And I won’t if it gets too loud." It came out softly, barely audible over the wind and the singing of the structure she hid in. "It's strange to see an outsider find her way to Hale Ka'aila. What brings you to Torchline?"
When he'd drank his fill, he turned his gaze back to the water. ”Not yet. And I won’t if it gets too loud." It came out softly, barely audible over the wind and the singing of the structure she hid in. "It's strange to see an outsider find her way to Hale Ka'aila. What brings you to Torchline?"
