[b]Luca Song[/b]

It was her voice again, calling out towards him. He had recognized it easily since she had yet to stop talking. She urged him that the land was unstable and said that she had been dissuading others as well. Oddly enough, he found that hard to believe. She was trying too hard to bring him back, it was like she was grasping for straws. He smiled lightly at the thought, the one girl that had piqued his interest wasn't satisfied with his silence. Would she continue like that until he returned? 

Again, his brother's submerged image flashed like a vicious bolt. This time, he didn't react to it. 

A masculine and butchered Irish greeting grabbed him from the vision; he turned towards a group of people. They were all calling out towards him, even the girl that had been beside Chestnut had started walking towards him. His brows furrowed in confusion. It was a old and annoying feeling to be the center of attention, one that he had long forgotten. Living his life in self-imposed solitude had numbed him to others, so to have so many noticing him made him uneasy. 

With a sigh he stared the girl down as she approached. She had beautiful dark hair and skin that was roasted to a tan color, her gaze was gentle and that reassured him that she was just another person; normal and average. "Yea," he agreed, lingering on the word before striding off towards the others. He guessed the darkness would just have to wait till another day, a day when his interest wasn't so ignited. 

The girl that was calling out to him was like a target, he found himself stopping in front of her but standing amongst the others. He stared at her for a moment, wondering just what about her was so pulling. What had made her stick out from the others? was it the guarded way she held herself or perhaps strength that hid behind her eyes? He wasn't sure yet but he'd figure it out eventually. 

After a second, like a candle, he lit his normality to life. The best he could do was a smirk but he made it work as best he could. "Who was the guy that butchered the Irish language?" he asked, though there was only one other guy there. "I'm guessing it was you, nicely done." He nodded shortly.