[centre][h1][color=ed1c24]Bhaskara Doran[/color][/h1][/centre]
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The scent of burning incense permeates the room, candles lit aflame in a circle as the gentle light fills the otherwise dark room in which Bhaskara stayed, his eyes closed and mind deep in ritualistic prayer to the god of flame, a practice he hasn't gotten the chance to do for some time. Between the missions in which the Silver Hawks partake, and his attempts at socializing with the other members of the group to make friends with them, he hasn't given himself ample time to pray and thank the God of flame for both his continued survival, and the plentiful opportunities he's been given in this life. However, even despite this, he finds the work he does rewarding, helping those in need and stopping those with malicious intentions, it filled his heart with a satisfaction that could not be described with words. But with this day off, Bhaskara planned to make prayer to his deity and make up for lost time, with planned prayers in the midday, and the late afternoon, to show his faith has not wavered upon his recent joining of the Silver Hawks. As his prayer came to and end, his shirtless form reached forward to the candle before him, his burnt arm hovered over the flame to feel its warmth, the orange light, revealing clearly the charred skin of his young actions years past. His fingers closed, and the flame ceased to be, where now only a light smoke remains, he would continue to do this with each of the six candles until his ritual was finally over.

Bhaskara would now clean up, making sure the room would be as he had first entered it late last night, putting on his common clothes for the day ahead. Opening the blinds and then the window to let the air do the rest of the work in removing the scents left behind by the incense and smoke, all the while Bhaskara readied himself to return to the encampment where his allies likely stayed, though he planned to look through the market and see what was for sale. After a last look in the mirror and straightening out his clothing and hair, he left the room with his belongings, his sword on his hip within it's sheath and made his way out and towards the market of the city. The bitter cold of the winds dared try to bite at him, but would find no reaction from Bhaskara, to him this was a normal day, his time back home with his tribe had experienced much colder days than this, and he has sense built up a resilience to the cold temperatures of the world, the way he saw it, no cold or wind could ever best the flame within him. As his eyes wandered his lips would curl into a bright smile, he loved seeing places like this, it was all so new and exciting to him, the more they traveled the more of the world they got to see, and that was always worth it in his mind.

As he came upon the market he began window shopping almost immediately, his curiosity heavily piqued by all the cool little knickknacks and toys about, not only that but the foods, clothing, armour, you name it! He was almost like a child in how he was prancing about looking at everything, but how could he not be excited? The world was still so new to him in comparison to the small world he lived in back home, everything was a marvel in his eyes and he wished to learn more about everything he found. And while he'd like to just take everything here back, he knew his rear end could be kissed goodbye when Beato found him, and so he would resist his urge to get anything that he didn't deem as necessary. However as his eyes wandered he would spot a certain Sergent-At-Arms walking through the market, and as such, the groups Signaler would rush over towards him to speak to him.

[color=ed1c24]"Toda! Wait up!"[/color] Bhaskara would arrive beside him and followed alongside him. [color=ed1c24]"Isn't this place so cool? It's so vast and interesting, there are cities and markets sure, but each one is so different from one another! Not only that but you'd think the morning would be brighter around here, but its always so mild due to the clouds!"[/color] Bhaskara was speaking out all about how interesting everything was, somewhat forgetting to give Toda a chance to reply back to him. Sometimes this happened when they went somewhere new, so it shouldn't be much of a surprise to many at this point. He then ended up stopping himself and the bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. [color=ed1c24]"Ah, sorry, I got carried away again didn't I? Still, what do you plan to do for your day off? I plan to take some time every now and again to catch up on my prayers and faith."[/color] He would look up at Toda as he asked him this, his bright smile filled with warmth and enjoyment of his current company.