Stone Circle Shades of blue

[table width=80%][tr][td]Calloon carried a happy child within every move he made - into every sound that came out of his mouth. He was anything but a true man, but luckily his age reflected that. He had been traumatized at such a young age that he feared he might never learn to cope with future punches life would throw at him. Still, he was a strong believer in that whatever did not kill him made him stronger, and that would prove itself true when Steady was sent to his next life. Calloon grinned so wide that his golden-ringed eyes closed, nodding at her. He nudged the air around her as he swore he had done to more people, wanting to return the question. On her looks alone did he guess she was around the same age, but he could've been wrong.[/tr][/td][/table]