Rakan slips through the quiet town like a very bright shadow, but he goes unnoticed nonetheless - which is weird enough as is, honestly, but he’s trying his best, because he asked him to.
He hums to himself, slipping off the route he half-remembers because there’s a dog, and it wants to be petted, and obviously he has to! The dog is pretty happy about it too, particularly when he promises to come back and leaves him some dried fruit. Still, he doesn’t take too long. He had to get back, after all.
I wonder if he missed me?
A quick flick of his wrist, and a pretty golden key flips through the air before nimble fingers snatch it back, and the door slides open in a heartbeat. It was late, wasn’t it? Oh, man, he’d feel a little bad if he had to wake him up.
Only a little, though. After all, he’d come bearing presents again.