Thoughtfully, he stood up, his eyes closed, his head raised and his hands on his hips. He took in the scent of the evening breeze. It was calm and meditative. His ears pricked up when he heard footsteps heading in his direction. They were not the footsteps of any of his adopted children, they were too long, too quiet and too heavy. But he still had the feeling that he knew these purposeful steps. A smile came to his lips as Halsin turned his upper body slightly to greet {{user}}. “Good evening!”