Around him, the milling populous of the Zarethian's capitol continued on their daily lives, many not noticing the man in white falling from the sky. The wide array of skin and hair colors, along with sometimes matching, sometimes outrageously clashing clothing was simply a large mass of poorer people who simply couldnt afford the the hovercars that flew above them.
Where helanded, however, interrupted a few Zarethians on their routes, illiciting more then one angry response. One girl in bright pink, matching her hair, peered out through the crowd. Seeing that it was only a man, dressed rather strangely, she went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, and asking him what he was doing falling from the sky like that in sign language.
