[Color=#2F63CB][H1][U][i]Mikahiel Zephyros[/i][/u][/h1][/color]

Within the few moments spent within the crowd Mikahiel wound up colliding with a stranger. A gentle bow and an apology was the usual formality. But in this case a gentle exchange could not easily be had. For as the stranger bumped into Mikahiel, who was strolling gracefully, his balance faltered causing him to fall. 

His hand met the ground before his body could. Almost sighing with relief at this he rose to his full height and brushed himself off. [Color=#2F63CB]”Oaf..”[/color] He muttered under his breathe as he brushed dirt off his pants and hands. His gaze had yet to meet the other as he did this. His mind seemed set on the identity of this person.

But as he turned to see who was behind his sudden embarrassing fall he noticed a man and woman linked in arms going to a building. His mind noted of the location, the man seemed fashioned with taste rather than necessity. So his entrance to the building made it seem more worthwhile. He now looked at the stranger, and his eyes widened.

It was his time abroad that has taught him to not stare, or take visible notice of the differences of the beings that took root here and there. But he was fascinated by the differences nonetheless. He felt himself, as a hybrid, to be a bit odd as well. [Color=#2F63CB]”Perhaps we both are to blame. Please do not stain your conscious for my poor balance.”[/color] He had a gentle smile and finished with a chuckle. His hand swiftly left his side and was raised near the centauress. As they shook he spoke.

 [Color=#2F63CB]”Mikahiel… Mikahiel Zephyros. I am new here and quite famished. Do join me if you will If this place has it I know a brew of tea that will brighten your day.”[/color] With that said pointed to the inn he saw the man enter and made his way there. The open window allowed him sight of the customers inside. 

He went up to the window and waved to reach the attention of whomever worked there. Upon getting their attention he would make an order. [Color=#2F63CB]”Ahh. So, Aisha. How do you like this.. place?”[/color] He sat outside and awaited his meal, however a hot teapot sat on the table before him. He poured himself a cup and his guest one two. His legs sat crossed and a smile sat on his lips for the smell of soaking herbs. The water turned a light red and caramel. Like autumn leaves. 

[Color=#2F63CB]”Do let me know if you enjoy the tea. It's a mixture of what I enjoy the most. It reminds me of changing seasons.. which does not seem to happen here.. And I added three cubes of sugar. I hope it's not too sweet.”[/color]