The noise of the festival was certainly something that the young male could find himself getting lost in. There was such a pull towards the festivities, the sheer joy that exuded from most everyone in attendance that the male was drawn closer like a drug. It would be so easy for him to lose himself in this mess, to forget who he was and where he'd come from, what his purpose in life was. There were a few things that allowed him to securely cling to his being- his son and his home, Nayru and X'yrin, Saluce and Eclipse. They held him together when he could easily have gone just a little wild and he never would have returned the same. There was something primal about the nights in the festival that completely contradicted the formal civilisation that the days trading and learning presented. It would be a marvel to most and Saul knew that he would need to head home soon enough to check on everything and make sure Ichika was okay.
For now, a little distance was going to have to do. Extracting himself from the snake-like arms of a female who'd decided that he would be dancing with her tonight, Saul took a deep breath as the sparse trees covered him. They weren't the same as the mighty forests that Ichika was home to, but there was a certain affinty with his home that he associated with the trees. A scent struck him then and Saul was surprised to find that he recognised it. With a soft smile, he moved forward, allowing his brain to shut off as his bodily instincts took over and he ghosted through the trees. Tracking was easy once you knew how to do it. Of course, he hadn't gone 50 yards in when the rust and white coloured collie made her appearance. Saul came to a stop, opening his eyes and allowing a brilliant smile to radiate forward.
"Neela- good evening." He offered softly before coming to sit at a tree opposite her. It was then that he noticed the wistful look she gave her arm and he allowed bright green eyes to flicker to the offending appendage. A thick scar ran down its length and Saul winced internally at the thought of the damage that could have caused her. There was nothing he could do now, but there was a certain part of him that wished there was something more he could have done for her. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned. It wasn't the first time he'd seen Neela, out on her own, in some state of disarray. He leaned forward, a hand offered to examine the scar on her arm, to see if there was anything he could do.
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