The old man told stories of the dangers of traveling through most of the long trip while the boy sat contently beside him. It was strange, but in the bright sun it seemed as though there was already more color in the boys skin. By noon it was a certain thing. He was as tan as if he'd been in the sun for weeks. Every once in a while the boy would look at his brown hand and smile, then look back ahead to the road. The old man thought back to his whimsies about this boy looking like a fae of some kind. It seemed like real magic could be involved. his curiousity got the better of his senses.
"So what's the story behind that?" He asked, pointing to the boy's hand. "The change of color I mean?"
"Skin that's been protected from the sun is more likely to color faster." the boy said with a shrug. The old man didn't know anything about that since he hadn't met a lot of nobles who spent more than a couple of hours exposed to sun like today's. He shrugged and exepted the explenation, laughing inside at himself for thinking magic had anything to do with it.
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