It would have been good if he could have won both contests he participated in but this wasn't bad either.

He'd hung out a while longer, getting some more practise with healing in. He wasn't a fan of crowds but he didn't want to be in a position one day where he couldn't make the best use of his magic in this place.

At the moment, however, he was just standing around, people watching.

There was a bit of a breeze and it carried a familiar, comforting smell (or iron and bitter medicine) and the moment he noticed it he was already smiling, turning towards the source with warm affection in his eyes...