Arcanist Parade

A young, blonde haired man walked confidently through a secluded grassland in the Human World, whistling softly a tune his dead sister often hummed when they were together. As usual, thoughts of Sarah's death brought him grieve, but the weather itself brought him a level of comfort. The sun was shining, though not too warmly, and a calm breeze blew over his face as though it were attempting to ease his sorrow. Birds flew on white wings through the sky and Zieg took a moment to take a breathe of air, a smile creeping across his face. "A guy could get used to this," he said quietly.

As the man walked through the grassland, an old geezer was walking from the opposite direction. As he walked, he spotted the young man and immediately sensed something. "I feel like I've met this man before." he thought as he yelled, "Young man! Who are you?!"

Looking over, Zieg rose an eyebrow and immediately grinned at the sight of the old man. "Is he...?" He thought, but decided to walk forward instead. "The names Zieg Yoso. Who would you be?" Curiosity laced his tone.

"Little old me? My name's not important.  But you're name does seem familiar.  Are you an Arcanist?" he asked, wondering whether or not it was appropriate to ask that question after such a brief encounter.