The fiery, orange sun was about to expire as it neared the horizon. Up, high in the sky, light gray, cirrus clouds lazily walked, higher than all the others, as a light breeze shook the trees, the grass, and cooled the people of Arca as they all worked their way to a specific place or person. A lone leaf was knocked from its perch at the top of an olden oak tree and began to saunter vaguely downwards.
Though it fell in no particular pattern, it seemed it was closing in on one particular human who was wearing all black. The figure was strolling leisurely towards absolutely no where. The leaf was naught three meters above when the man brought a hand above his head and with two fingers, caught the single leaf, without even looking. It was something he did a lot of, after all, he did have control over the wind.
Waving his hand in front of the leaf, it changed magically into a deck of cards. It was something he did a lot, fake magic. It wasn't to do anything but entertain people. It was also something he loved to do, it was one of the things that kept him calm when he was angry. It was his deck of cards. But today . . . he did not want to use them, he sprung them into the air and continued walking. No onee noticing that after he had sprung the deck of cards, they had not come down, all 52 had vanished. It was also something he did, he made things vanish . . .
Drauis Hethryn was repeating himself by going to the same place had the day before, and before and before. But, it was probably the best place for him to just relax. As he past the city border, he headed toward a small cluster of trees and stopped at one in particular farther then all the rest. He sat down, leaning against the tree, trying to relax.
"The perfect day, a perfect place, at least from the castle." Dris sighed.