I could see by the first moon's light that his arms were scarred badly, red tattoos covering them. If not for the poor lighting I wouldn’t have noticed the texture of his skin marred beneath them. His jaw was strong and his eyes lacked all color. I sat back on top of my feet as I looked up at him and tears continued to roll down my face. “Who are you?” I asked the question but I had a feeling I knew this male. “My name is Bain Caelestis.”
