Stone Circle instead of you, it should be me?

The first toll of thunder rang far off, and Washed out from his place of hiding— a crudely dug den below a mulberry bush, Ikaros swept through Kvarsheim on fast feet. 

Until he tripped over another.

Feeling his thin bodyweight shift, the ebony boy scrunched his eyes closed, bracing himself as his body made contact with a hefty thud. Momentum took him, and too tired of resist he let himself roll within the dirt once—twice, before stilling with hazy eyes transfixed on a rotated world.

Another- a boy just as dark as he laid within his recent path. "Uh... Sorry about that. I didn't see you." 

Scars wrapped around this boy's body and tracing each one with a worried gaze Ikaros worried he might have done more damage. "Are you okay?"  He questioned softly.