[h3]Suns Dhagar - Yellow Crystal Bearer[/h3]
[b]Leemo City[/b] - [i]Noon[/i][hr]
[indent]Suns composed the fiery parts of himself as he often did when meeting his father's ilk. And though he wanted to fidget, wanted to run from the impending idea that 'this was when he'd be forced to join the war effort', Suns felt compelled to pander to his father's will. He discovered during the last three years or so that it was mostly out of guilt; partially out of familial respect. He patiently stood outside the General's office; an elegant woman pretending to not mind him, though he knew her eyes and hands were both swift and keen. 

His own hands were held gently behind his back; his double-edged blade hanging from his left side while his family's heirloom hung pouched on his right. Suns let out a silent breath as the yellow jewel conveyed an urgency; a subtle influence to act on the injustices churning about him. Over the last five years it had become mandatory to curb its desires. If only for a short time.

Suns readied a kindly smile towards the woman behind her translucent desk; except for where privacy was desired. 

"How much longer? I can be quite impatient at times," he told her.[/indent]