He's quite handsome. He had hand-length hair that was somewhere between honey brown and amber, with smooth, appealing facial features and a noble countenance despite his unconscious state. Built sturdily, too. Maels noticed that both of the boy's wrists as well as all of his fingers were decorated with expensive magical supplements, not thinking for even a moment that they might be limiters due to the excessive amount that the boy wore. Those are high quality, he thought, sensing the subtle energies that were leaking from the jewelry. Only the most expensive supplements contained enough energy to give off such seepage. But why so many?
Resting a hand atop the boy's face, he mended his nose with a slight effort and then summoned a bit of water from the air with which to wipe away the twin trails of blood that led down from his nostrils, which had mostly hardened at this point.
Suddenly, his throat was quite dry. Suddenly, his throat was quite dry.
