A gentle breeze is a blowing~ (Saffron & Mana) Jan 31, 2018 1:21:00 GMT -6
Post by Saffron on Jan 31, 2018 1:21:00 GMT -6
It was a early morning this day, the blue skies clear of any white clouds, and the bright sun still carefully making its way towards its highest point. A gentle breeze was blowing, only barely rustling the tips of the tall grass, making the plants sway softly. It was on a well worn path that the young man had found himself today, flat grasslands surrounded him on all sides, large rock jutting above the grass casting long shadows due to the rising sun. Besides grass, colorful plants of all kinds could be found scattered amongst the view. Some simply beautiful flowers that was only for viewing, and others rich herbs that could be harvested and used for many purposes. Normally the man would be off path, exploring the vibrant treats that could be found in such lands, but he found himself already quite loaded from a previous just a few hours before he started traveling.
Always a early bird, this one, having awoken before the sun to get his habitual stretches and katas out of the way. Then he left stones and tinder behind at the campsite for any traveler to use after him, the only thing he didn't leave was the basket of drying teas, balms he had picked from the shady areas provided by the rocks. Besides the tea, he also had gathered a few berries harvest only an hour before, having spotted the bush far off from the road and was simply too curious to ignore it. That's how he found himself snacking on the small, flavorful berries, full lips pulled into a small smile.
The soft man was donned in his normal gear today, his pure white turtleneck sweater acting as under armour for his off white kimono top, on top of that was his black and grey breastplate, matching pauldrons on his shoulders. He wore simple baggy pants that was tucked into his boots, the same off white as his kimono top, he wore a leather belt in place of the typical sash, the material made to strap various equipment to. Such as the dark sheath for his Katana, Fennel, who was only just buzzing around in the back of Saffron’s mind, eagerly waiting for something exciting to happen. The man shook his head lightly at the feeling, his long, flowing hair echoing the movements fluidly.
That was thing that stood out about the man, his cyan colored hair was very long, almost enough to be a hindrance if it wasn’t tied up by white straps. Even then it still reached to his calves, not something you’d see on a typical man in this land. Not that he was a masculine man anyways, no, Saffron was very soft and feminine in appearance. His skin smooth and his cheeks rounded slightly, his light grey eyes surrounded by long, dark eyelashes. Even under his clothes, he found himself with a slim, fit body that had a little more curve than angle. Really the most masculine thing about him was his soft, deep baritone voice, one that felt like silk rubbing gently against your ears.
Aside from all of that, he wasn’t the least bit intimidating, his relaxed demeanor and gentle features are mostly to blame. His Katana was pretty much the only thing sharp about the young man, and he didn't mind, not one bit.
Saffron hummed to himself, mind adrift in thoughts of all of the wonderful tea and treats he could make once he found a traveler friendly settlement, so he could stock up and hopefully find some work. Maybe he could lend a hand to a inn? He tapped his chin with a gloved knuckle, staring blankly ahead as pondered over if a inn would let him help. He always lent a hand at his tribe’s inn, but would a different tribe let him? He didn't really know how other tribes work. He let out a small confused noise as he came back to reality briefly to observe his surroundings, just to make sure he was aware of any other travelers, predators, or possible foes may be around.