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.