Soen Spellflinger
Feb 27th, 2003, 10:41:21 PM
Soen sits slouched on his park bench, head tilted back with a smile. A breeze blows through, cooling the warm summer air. Today is a perfect day for children to be playing. A small tug at the hem of his mage's robes causes his to turn his head.
"Hello, little one."
"Hello, little one."