At a calm spot by the river...
Somewhere peaceful, somewhere quiet...
A young man of about age 9 or 10 would sit, using the slow creek-water to freshen up and replenish his quench...
Though male at first glance, many of his more noticeable features seem quite girlish and feminine. If one would hear him speak, his pitch would be unnaturally high to be a boys voice, even at that tender age. His brown hair is long, dry and dirty, tied up at the back, and his grey-pebbles for eyes seem to give nothing away. Though rather average in height, he looks dangerously skinny, as if constantly deprived and underfed.
As he drinks, his guard slowly begins to lower, and the winds howls and rustles about...