Bish whet...
Siegfried was wondering if he should get a haircut, like all the other boys in the village. Everyone seemed to be so freaking focused on this new "faded mohawk" look that everyone seemed to forget their originality. The Kazan Genin understood that there was just no way he would come to terms to understand his generation and the quickly impending fads and trends that lasted for about a month or so. Where was the good sense in keeping up with the Kardashians when one could not even afford a decent pants? Siegfried had other interesting things to say about his current generation before realizing that he was walking in the opposite direction of the gates. The idea of eating his mother's grilled cheese made his stomach grumble and protest with an unforeseen fury that he never knew had an existence.
Somewhere along the road he had realized that there had been some sort of "anomaly", or rather, a pair of anomalies in the village. They had just happened to be right in his front direction, noticing the man first before the girl that accompanied. For all the tall people that Siegfried had witnessed in his life, he had never seen a man quite as massive as the man in the yellow suit and caped white coat. There seemed to be an air of ease and relaxation to his being, giving note to the amber-like color of his shades (which shared the same color as Siegfried's own eyes). He looked stricken with age, but not too drastically to cal him a geriatric and haggard man. Age touched his face in subtle ways, or was the glare of the man's shades playing optical illusions?
The girl that accompanied the incredibly tall man was probably of an average height and without much distinguishing features. However, her clothing attire was well-noted; something about it reminded Siegfried of some form of dance, but he honestly could not place his tongue on exactly what it was. She appeared to be barefoot, and that also reminded Siegfried of a few stories he heard before. Something about a blind Earth-manipulating girl, but this girl (who couldn't honestly be less that 40 meters away by now with her companion) did not have the eyes of the blind. It was an interesting blend of blue and green, although the exact color could not be fully described. Jewels adorned her body nicely and in all of the right places. Siegfried probably assumed she was of some level of higher importance, and the man in the yellow suit was her bodyguard or traveling companion of sorts.
The distance between the pair and the Kazan was diminishing with each and every single step. Siegfried gave a sigh and bit his bottom lip in an odd anticipation that the two would notice him and strike up a conversation. Siegfried knew he could go for a talk, and these traveling persons seemed like they were the ones to give small chatter to someone who was coming along to speak with them directly. However, if his earlier assumption about them was true they would not have the time to chat. They did seem a bit out of place, and were probably lost. Maybe they were in the precise location they needed to be? Who knows...