Raven Fledgling

It was the same old people, nothing interesting thought Lyker as he sat uninterested in his small stall of selling enchantments. Almost all of the people in this market, he knows them and they know him so there was nothing of interest to him, an old Yaksha waiting for customers in this rundown stall.

Suddenly as he was with half-open eyes, was shuffling through his papers he felt someone walking through the crowd towards his stand. 

He looked up but no one was in sight, he smelled the air. 'Lightning'

He could feel the newcomer, with raging lightning inside his body was discreet, mingled in the crowd coming to his stall. He smiled,

'Interesting!'

He could potentially measure the strength of this newcomer but was surprised as it was not constant. It was rising and falling like something was not clear, blurry in his body.