Wapun Meadow Wisest Ways of the Old

( Im so dead tired. x_x)



"Good afternoon" 

Adair dipped his hazel touched silken head to the slightly smaller but age equivalent male. He seemed to be of a gentle sort of spirit, in a such likeness of a breeze..a soft but hidden strength holding breeze.

"G'day to you, friend. How are you?"
Adair asked in his typical smooth and deep voice, that gave him the nickname of 'Adair the Calm'. He gazed at the male infront of him with a kind look that spoke of humble tones in the amber hazelized orbs.