Gloved fingers tug at the cowl that covers his head, shielding his face from the biting sand. Plegia had never been a place he enjoyed too much (perhaps because of the sand slowing him down or even the origin of some black markets rising in the desert) but if it could be used to keep him hidden, he’d live here for a week or so before moving elsewhere. Whatever suited him most at the moment. And right now, he needed to stay low.
But perhaps destiny wanted other things for him, as he stumbles through the town he’d come across. And upon his staggering through, he’d wound up bumping into someone. Drat, he thinks to himself, biting back a noise as he tumbles backwards, the hood falling from his shoulders. A click of his tongue is made, furious scrambling to cover up the pointed ears he’d been so good at hiding until then.
“Ah…I’m sorry,” He stammers, pulling the worn cloth back over his head and allowing amber eyes to glance to the man he’d knocked into. Not good, runs through his mind, sharp teeth digging against his lip.
“You…Aren’t hurt, are you?”
Reflet hissed at the pain digging into his elbows. He must’ve looked ridiculous. Being knocked into by someone and plastering himself on the stacks of books littering the stall. Careful not to disturb the books or damage their ancient covers, he picked himself up, hand grasping one of the wooden beams that held the linen up.
Reflet turned his head, wanting to see who smacked into him this time, but with the ragged cowl undone, he caught a very brief glimpse of sharp ears.
Was it a trick of the light? No. The stranger had a certain... power and essence.
“Everyone has somewhere to go, places to be,” He rose his voice enough to be heard over the bustling crowd,”But remember to slow down, you might bump into someone less forgiving next time.”
