Those once shining Sapphire eyes, now a dull blue I can't recognize.

As the rain went on, he walked with his umbrella, keeping himself covered from the rain, each droplet hitting the fabric and adding stains to the concert ground, as he roamed, he noticed a small figure, telling by it's clothing, it was very obviously an orphan, this one must be traumatized as it lost an entire hand, it must have not been treated very well and in result, ran away in hopes of finding a better place to live, and it struggled to walk for some reason, tempted, clotted cream cookie followed the child in hopes of being able to help them.

kid was sharp as it skitted away, eventually now cornered, the poor kid was shaking, Upon a closer look, it was half blind with a few bruises. once clotted got close, he gently squatted, gently extending his hand, as if silently urging the kid to come with him, the kid whimpered quietly before pulling his hood down, his dirty brown hair with his white locks adorning most of his face, but his eyes is what stood out, a deep slash wound and the other, was a dull blue, as if the kid lost color, a familiar scent of cinnamon found it's self entering his nostrils, it brought a familiar sense of comfort, that's when clotted recognized the young boy,

"GingerBrave?"

his voice was low and worried, concerned for GingerBrave and how long he's been out there, witches forbid if he even showered.

OR

Clotted finds a past comrade cornered in an alleyway and takes him in with plans of getting this to the ancients attention.

(Yes it's me, and instead of finishing one of the many stores I have on draft, I decide to make ANOTHER ONE.)