[Daring Scylla]

A day like any.

Yet unlike any, as well - unlike any for Clancy. The young boy made his way through the city, a slender, short figure among the thronging masses of humanity. A single young man of caramel skin coloring and a unique phenomenon in his eyes, the right was a vibrant red, the left an electric blue. His white, close-cropped bobbed hair, sure to stand out in a smaller town, drew little attention from these busy persons going about their lives in the town.

Clancy melted in with the crowds, allowing the flow to shift him around. He could feel a source of something unusual but was not too bothered by it. He simply strolled, hands in the pockets of his grey trousers, his green pack full of medical supplies bounced at his hip.

"What's this?"

He looked up. A boutique, a little store... it had a charming front, charming by his standards, and it was drawing him in somehow, exciting him - he wanted to go in there.

He hadn't gotten this far among humans by ignoring magical impulses, but he proceeded with caution as he opened the door of the shop. He entered and an eclectic mix of items and novelties met his eyes, and he looked around wonderingly even as he let the door shut behind him.

"Hello?" he called.