Wings of Fury 2

Caulind was wearing some lighter fabrics today, arms showing bare as he wore a sleeveless white tunic that contrasted strongly in the day against the night blue skin. He wore a sort of long skirt thing and kept a frail fabric over his head too, keeping himself covered up a bit but looking a lot easier to move about today. The dangling sound of earrings was missing, such jewelry apparently considered not practical for these fights. His staff was routinely used to help navigate the path, taking numerous little side treks onto big rocks or spots to get a pleasant view of the landscape they traveled through.

Beyond a continuous humming non-lyrical music, he really only responded in speech when addressed and just cheerfully listened in although, some interest was certainly being shown at this confrontation with Sir Henri. There was a moment of inspecting each and every member of the troupe, like he was memorising something each of them and working out something as the humming shifted to a more erratic jazz-y sound as eyes rested on Avag and Rozenn again, a little loose jiggle of hips and patter of feet to keep himself loose for now absently.