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The walk home was the same as usual. Trotting along as a steady gait, Roland Deschain, a fairly medium height man, if a bit on the slim side, turned his gaze up, noticing the clouds gathering overhead. Biting his lip, he ran a hand through his dark brown hair, wondering if he should skip through the park to cut some time. In the end, he decided it would be a good idea, so he set off at once, glad he had brought his umbrella with him as it started to rain. Coming down light at first, the pouring water did not relent, growing harsher by the minute as he made his way through the abandoned park, having come home late from work today, it was quite late.
At last, he made to the center of the bench ringed place, the wooden seats making a circle about a great fountain. Smiling, he shut his eyes as the wind blow a few drops of rain at them. His eyes were quit unusual that they were. While most had two of the same color, his followed no such trend, one being a bright blue and other a darker, if no less colorful green. Stretching out for a moment, he wondered why he had stopped, and took a moment to look around the area.
At last, he made to the center of the bench ringed place, the wooden seats making a circle about a great fountain. Smiling, he shut his eyes as the wind blow a few drops of rain at them. His eyes were quit unusual that they were. While most had two of the same color, his followed no such trend, one being a bright blue and other a darker, if no less colorful green. Stretching out for a moment, he wondered why he had stopped, and took a moment to look around the area.