Takumi walked happily into the guild, whistling a jaunty tune. For once he was actually happy, because it was his birthday. Takumi touched his spiky white hair, noting that it was messier than normal. Oh well. That didn't matter much.
Behind Takumi was Wist, carrying a bag that contained a present for his master, though Takumi didn't know that. Takumi looked around, hoping that somebody he recognized would be there so he wouldn't have to sit alone as he usually did. The young ice mage was so happy that his cloak had begun to take on a thin layer of ice, though he didn't seem to notice that either. The short boy stood there awkwardly, looking for something to do or someone to talk to.
Behind Takumi was Wist, carrying a bag that contained a present for his master, though Takumi didn't know that. Takumi looked around, hoping that somebody he recognized would be there so he wouldn't have to sit alone as he usually did. The young ice mage was so happy that his cloak had begun to take on a thin layer of ice, though he didn't seem to notice that either. The short boy stood there awkwardly, looking for something to do or someone to talk to.