Oni - Male Cake Kuhna
Oni had just come from the Wishing Well, and was going about his business, getting supplies and such for the castle. Some of him suspected that this was just make-work to get him outside and doing something, since the castle seemed to always have anything it needed with no help from the residents. Still and all, he was glad to be out and about. And glad to be useful. Perhaps if he came home with some good finds, then Jako wouldn't yell at him. It wasn't that he hated the Prismatic Fenling that was his brother, he just hated the yelling. When Jako's temper got the better of him, everyone in the house suffered, not just Oni - so he supposed he should be grateful for even THAT much.
His mind drifted along with the breeze as he wheeled his chair through the town, taking in that sight, this sound, those people, whatever he could find. It was very rare for the ill Kuhna to be out on his own, and he was enjoying it. The sun was shining, the wind had picked up a little - the passing air played with Oni's hair, and blew it into little eddies. It tickled, and made him feel good. He wondered vaguely if anyone else was about on the streets at this time of day... well, anyone who would stop to say hi, at least.