Two men sat on a hill that over looked any town or village that sat below it. The taller of the two men stood up and sighed with the wind, his long slicked back blonde hair swayed gently as the wind blew, a short braid hung from both sides of his head and shifted slightly unlike the rest of his hair in the wind. His piercing blue eyes gazed wistfully at the horizon as the sun sank turning the sky a pinkish dark purplish orange color. The shortest of the two turned his head and looked at the blonde, worry clouded his dark brown eyes "Is-a something wrong?" The shorter man asked as his brown short curly hair bounced in the wind. "No... it's nothing..." The blonde spoke slowly as if he were still deep in thought, his voice was smooth and quiet. "If it is-a nothing then why do you-a look so sad?" The brunette asked. "I guess I'm just worried about my grandson." The blonde responded still half talking to himself. "Hey! Look at me!" The blonde turned away from the horizon so now he was facing the roman man while almost giving him a questioning look. "Well you-a don't have to be so-a worried about your grandson as long as he's-a with mine." The shorter man said with a reassuring grin but all he received in return was a sad look. "That's what worries me." The blonde sighed again this time his breath blended in with the relaxing breeze. The brunette patted the ground next to him trying to get the blonde to sit down. He began to hum softly as the taller man sat down next to him.