As close as the shift in the 'weather' has drawn (with still no visible changes to the sky) to him on the docks, Skellig is paying much closer attention to those who walk past him. There are a great number of people to watch, faces to study - some people look at him as they bustle by, some do not, this is not unusual - and while he is listening, he is also being careful to hold his own 'presence' close.

This feeling does not cause him to feel overtly as if he is in danger or threatened, which is why he has not yet moved from his spot on this bench. If he were in any danger - or if he felt Kreyu was in any danger - he would make haste at once to find wherever she has gone to.

"Interesting, that one," Skellig comments softly to the seabird sitting on the stone wall behind him at his right shoulder. He tips his head ever so slightly towards the silver-haired man in blue, the jeweled pins sparkling brightly in the sun. "No, I do not think he has any breads in that bag."

Under his breath, he laughs - at whatever the seabird's reply from an 'indignant' squawk is. "We shall see, if he comes this direction. I do not know what he seeks. I would not bother him, if you are wise."

Skellig will also not bother the man but his attention is focused (how could it not be, with such a brilliant blue to that fabric and the colorful designs embroidered upon it) as he draws nearer. And as he does so, his interest rises somewhat, as the energy in the open space shifts. It feels...familiar, but at the same time, not at all.

(Is he feeling Karma without realizing exactly what is being radiated beneath the surface of the lines of the world, as the 'elder' man walks closer?)

Subconsciously, he pulls his wings tighter to his back, tucking them closer against his body - he knows they are hidden with the power and work Kreyu put into his amulet he wears, but it is habit...