A faint, cool and perhaps even pure glow resided deep in his ice blue eyes as he approached the lair in to which Icer, a new and kind friend resided with her family. The tension could be tasted in their air as his soft, rather mystical steps brought him to a stop before the entrance. He had known of the loss of one of their own, a child, Icers daughter and that could be felt eerily emanating from the walls like an icy fire, visible to him through his gifts. "May Eli Atar EnValasse bless this place." He said that rather rhythmically, his hands before him, folded gently while his head bowed easily.
His steps found him to the room offered and with a pleasant smile, gentle bow he would not hesitate to enter with thoughts of slumber raining over his features. He was tired after all. The room was charming and held all that would have been expected with a little touch of homeliness adding subtly here and there. For a second he just stood there, clad in his long, flowing white robes with the deep hood drawn back. The youthfulness in his features was contradicted by his demeanour and even though he appeared no older than sixteen it was quite clear there was something more about him.
A quick and quiet glance would be offered as he took in the room and its features and all the time a hint of eagerness flowed from his aura as he truly believed that he found the place he was looking for, the place his uncle told him about. The robes, religious in fashion held the quality of nobility and as he pulled it over his head, off his body, it would be folded expertly before placed onto the chair not all that far from his bed. Beneath the robe, now visible, he wore a white tunic and dark brown if not black trousers. The tunic wasn't tucked in but was held around his waist by a black leather belt, which held a series of small pouches strategically spaced around him. That belt came off and now lay next to his robes where shortly after as did his tunic, folded neatly of course.
His frame was rather small, skinny even with the tell tale signs of either abuse or battles all over him in the form of scars. Lashes appeared to be all over his back as if whipped and small wounds indicating blade slashes and stabs also would be known. With his form and the way he moved, the only words to explain that would be collected, calm and cool.
The nightstand next to the bed was his next target. As he made his way over to it softly, his bare feet caressing the floor with grace, but that wasn't what would have been noticed now. Stopping just before it, extending his hand he would give the wooden top a faint, dreamlike touch. That touch brought dampness to its surface and within moments, still glowing eyes, it would begin to crystallize forming what one could describe as a small bowl of sorts. The bowl was made of ice and within that bowl formed a small white flame no bigger than the hilt of a dagger. What was odd about this wasn't that he lit it with his hand or even the bowl, which appeared out of nowhere, but rather it was the fact that this flame held no heat and more so no smoke.
It danced effortlessly as if licking the air every now and then and in its unreal flicker he crawled into bed, trousers atop his tunic leaving him in only his undergarments. Rather quickly he drifted off to that beautiful land of slumber with all the hopes that this place would become the end of his journey.
His steps found him to the room offered and with a pleasant smile, gentle bow he would not hesitate to enter with thoughts of slumber raining over his features. He was tired after all. The room was charming and held all that would have been expected with a little touch of homeliness adding subtly here and there. For a second he just stood there, clad in his long, flowing white robes with the deep hood drawn back. The youthfulness in his features was contradicted by his demeanour and even though he appeared no older than sixteen it was quite clear there was something more about him.
A quick and quiet glance would be offered as he took in the room and its features and all the time a hint of eagerness flowed from his aura as he truly believed that he found the place he was looking for, the place his uncle told him about. The robes, religious in fashion held the quality of nobility and as he pulled it over his head, off his body, it would be folded expertly before placed onto the chair not all that far from his bed. Beneath the robe, now visible, he wore a white tunic and dark brown if not black trousers. The tunic wasn't tucked in but was held around his waist by a black leather belt, which held a series of small pouches strategically spaced around him. That belt came off and now lay next to his robes where shortly after as did his tunic, folded neatly of course.
His frame was rather small, skinny even with the tell tale signs of either abuse or battles all over him in the form of scars. Lashes appeared to be all over his back as if whipped and small wounds indicating blade slashes and stabs also would be known. With his form and the way he moved, the only words to explain that would be collected, calm and cool.
The nightstand next to the bed was his next target. As he made his way over to it softly, his bare feet caressing the floor with grace, but that wasn't what would have been noticed now. Stopping just before it, extending his hand he would give the wooden top a faint, dreamlike touch. That touch brought dampness to its surface and within moments, still glowing eyes, it would begin to crystallize forming what one could describe as a small bowl of sorts. The bowl was made of ice and within that bowl formed a small white flame no bigger than the hilt of a dagger. What was odd about this wasn't that he lit it with his hand or even the bowl, which appeared out of nowhere, but rather it was the fact that this flame held no heat and more so no smoke.
It danced effortlessly as if licking the air every now and then and in its unreal flicker he crawled into bed, trousers atop his tunic leaving him in only his undergarments. Rather quickly he drifted off to that beautiful land of slumber with all the hopes that this place would become the end of his journey.