Glare and Gloss

"I'm so sorry~ for keeping you holding up…"

The shine of the sun that escaped a bulwark of a leaf of a fern exalted the young man's blithe smile. Albeit there existed no more than one could count on one's fingers, the crepuscular rays falling off the lush interlocking canopy overhead were ample glare appraising the young man's approach,

A seemingly happy-go-lucky young man with that nonchalant demeanor of his, had seemingly been hauling those tattered high boots of his from across the town towards its very outskirts and now approaching the edge of the forest. About to set foot in its extensive and seemingly continuous shade, only then had to stop his dragging steps… to meet and greet the man whom he made waiting for quite some time,

"…Captain Licorice."