Soulvester—

The hot, blazing sun over bustling Tijas... What could be better? ah, right... the appearance of Soulwester.

Soulwester was a handsome, muscular cowboy, though he didn't consider himself one. Many girls dreamed of being on his saddle... or rather, on his horse, of course. He was a boy's idol, the object of many a girl's affection... but his heart forever belonged to one guy. Flight. He couldn't say for sure whether he liked him or whether it was just a passing fancy... but it didn't matter.

The hot sun continued to beat down. Somewhere in the distance, the footsteps of a familiar horse could be heard. The people on the streets fell silent, only noticing Soulwester's silhouette. Soulwester looked as always. Namely, magnificent. Wearing a hat and smoking a straw, as befits a true cowboy. But he was riding toward the bar where Flight often hung out. Usually, Flight wasn't drinking, just visiting his sister, but Soulwester always pulled him out for a glass of wine.

Finally reaching the large bar, he dismounted and glanced back, trying to spot the familiar dark head with its long hair, usually braided into a ponytail. And he did notice. Soulwester smiled broadly and moved eagerly toward him.

Flight was chatting with his sister as usual. Soulwester gave Flight a glance and then sat down next to him.

• I've been looking for you all morning, and here you are again, talking to your little sister. Well, well.

Soulwester said with feigned boredom.

He's quite tall. Almost six feet tall. His hair is also quite long, so he usually wears it in a braid. He's cold, but he can be gentle with certain people. He had a girlfriend, Bessie, but she left him; Soulwester didn't love her.