❀Drop of rum on my tongue❀

Lester Drynedi ❀ Crystal Swan

The ship had touched down in the capital a few days prior, with its luxurious appearance and extraordinary size the splendid rumors of the ship and its habitats and seized control of Crocus, flooding the streets with murmurs and whispers of the guild Crystal Swan. The first day most of the residences had stayed on the ship, as crowds gathered to take note of every detail about the oversized flying guildhall. Yet he had managed to sneaky away in the afternoon of the second day. The sun cast shadows as it peeked and shone through gaps in the streets blinding hose who were tall or short enough to get a bad angle. A few times it caused him to take steps backwards, blinded by the afternoon glare glancing off rooftops his eyelids half closed to hold off the suns rays showing his guild mark which softly shimmer on his left eyelid, a symbol of his home and people. Some said that guilds weren’t homes, they were different for everyone, some wished just to get jobs from a guild and nothing more but he preferred this way of life and communal living, bonds grew so much stronger when you woke up to the same faces every morning.

Yet it was nice to get out and relax, times like this when he had wandered over to to a small stage filled with colorful dancers and flowing ribbons. His pace stopped for a moment, just taking in the vibrant laughter and exotic colors and clothes. It was something quite beautiful in it's own way, how they moved and bent their bodies in ways which seemed unnatural and caused them to have a feel of being something otherworldly. A small boy at the front appeared to be collecting coin in a hat, surely he had something spare for a group which had captured his attention. Pushing through the crowds in an effort to reach the coin collecting child Lester bumped into a few too many people for his liking, whilst some were good natured realizing it was a busy area others sent him vague glares. The cloud haired male waved a hand softly, ”My apologies.” The child luckily saw him awkwardly jostle with the crowd and came a little closer, extending his soft newspaper boy cap.

Lester Drynedi ❀ Crystal Swan

A few coins jingled as they fell into the cap of the boy, blooming across his face a warm smile thanks Lester as the two exchanged thanks before moving away. Whilst it had been a nice performance the crowds were acting up a little and he lacked both the energy and reason to stay around such hordes any longer. Stepping away from the flowing colours and dancing hues a sigh escaped the youth as his shoulders rolled back into more of a relaxed state. Soft shoes took him away from the hustle and bustle as calm and solitude settled in his mind for only a few moments before being pushed away by the sounds of a collision. Although he hadn't seen it someone appeared to by flying towards one of the metal poles. A wince drew his body into a flinch as eyebrows grew together with spikes of worry. From the sound of it whoever must have thrown themselves at the metal would have come out rather pretty. "umh," Gods what should he say, the other male appeared to be quite familiar with the experience, having already produced a tissue to mop up the results. The man appeared older than himself, by perhaps three or four years yet they both shared the oddity of elderly hair. Bone hair and fluffy as a canines Lesters own hair was swarming everywhere around his face in an uncontrolled horde. "Sir. your um, your face is it okay? I can heal it if you wish?" Watermelon eyes softened as his partially extended hand offered a healing. The lightning tether, so that was one of his spells, this man was a fellow mage? was his intention to use the spell for transport perhaps. "Say mister, whats the intention of your lightening tether? Did you just want to get cozy with the metal pole or something?" Voice lighter towards the end in a joking way his question prodded at the others mind.

Lester Drynedi ❀ Crystal Swan

He blinked slightly, white haired as well, there was somthing cool about that? Surely it was merely a hair color, plus it made him look old. A slight chuckle escaped him, as thoughts of how odd the encounter was swirled around his head, honestly how come this person could smash into the metal like that then act so energetic afterwards. With the permission of the other he let his hand pass over the damaged areas as Ruben was coated in a soft golden light, it swirled slightly like honey or nectar then vanished, leaving healed wounds and a slight shimmering sparkle. So it was a spell that moved metal, or rather it created a connection between the caster and the closest metal. Dragging one or the other towards it with great speed. Digging his hands back into his pockets Lester raised a slight brow to the other, assuming a more casual attitude. ”So despite knowing that you’ll get hurt since there is not cushion or anything you still use it? What happens if the closest thing is a cap or crown on someones teeth, be careful when you fight pirates!” A joke to lighten the mood after speaking of such injuries. ”Also, who are you? You can just call me Lester if you want.” He couldn’t simple call the eccentric man ‘sir’which sounded far to formal to someone who, he was sure of, talked with himself.