[open] into the amber (any)

[Raed]

In most ways, Raed actually is unremarkable. His bright blue coat is just a color — even the sky and birds are blue, and now, amongst the kaleidoscope of colors that Beqanna has, he is almost plain. His mind reading and his vision are well-kept secrets that he chooses not to flaunt, only using them when provoked. With his flat voice and normally stoic nature, there was little about him that stood out. He didn’t mind. He preferred being able to choose his company, instead of having it come to him unwanted. He had chosen North, in a way, instead of letting her slip past the way he might have with someone else.

”Possibly,” his voice is a low vibration against the stillness of the night, and he doesn’t tell her that the likelihood of them having crossed paths before is highly unlikely. He also can’t say for certain that they haven’t.

Beneath her voice, there are the sounds of the night, a quiet chorus that he hardly notices until she mentions it. He tilts his head for a moment, listening to it, and contemplating her question. ”Do you think they know everything is different? The birds, the bugs, the wildlife.” It is not a sarcastic question, but a genuine one. They are often self absorbed, thinking that this land eats, sleeps, and breathes only for their existence. It is easy to forget the other creatures that called Beqanna home. ”Perhaps the night only sounds the same because we haven’t paid close enough attention.”

@[North]