He slowly walked up towards the edge of the cliff, not to let Calintz know he was there.
It had bee.. what, 4? 5 years? He didn't remember. They had been best of friends in their little backwater town. At 14, though, Soryuju had decided there was nothing there anymore, and left on a misson to find his reason to live. Having lost his parents and younger brother in a fire that engulfed the whole house, he had moved in and lived with Calintz since he was 9. In the time he was there, they had become like brothers, so alike the olny way to tell them apart was their looks.
But since he had left, he had changed. He was a more inward person, and didn't trust anyone with anything, let alone personal information. Though he and Calintz kept in touch, and Calintz was the only one he trusted with ANYTHING, he still never opened up.
Maybe that's why he came across the power of Darkness and so easily controlled.
'Oh well.' he thought. 'Either way, he'll be surprised to hear it.'
He came to a clearing and spotted a man with long, tied up white hair. Feeling the wind move around him, instantly he felt it had to be Calintz. Had to have been; a traight of their culture had been to not only control the wind, but they all had white-silver hair.
He leaned against a nearby tree and crossed his arms as quietly as he could. Realising that the man still hadn't noticed he was there, he decided to open the conversation with a nonchalant "Yo."