Rhay sighed softly, a hand slipping through his long, black hair. He'd taken to wearing it longer, as of late, though it had had little effect. The young Keeper allowed his eyes to flick about the Quicksand, settling on those nearby.
A young healer, he still was ridiculed as 'weak', his clumsiness, which would have been endearing on a female, nothing more then a detriment. He was a 'poor choice' for a mate, and it showed. He even elicited scorn among the other conjurers, his kind still barely welcomed underneath the boughs of the Shroud.
A passing male paused, before smirking slightly and moving up to the Miqo'te.
"Hey there, lass, can I buy you a drink?"
Ugh.
Men.
A young healer, he still was ridiculed as 'weak', his clumsiness, which would have been endearing on a female, nothing more then a detriment. He was a 'poor choice' for a mate, and it showed. He even elicited scorn among the other conjurers, his kind still barely welcomed underneath the boughs of the Shroud.
A passing male paused, before smirking slightly and moving up to the Miqo'te.
"Hey there, lass, can I buy you a drink?"
Ugh.
Men.
