Ghosts from the past.

He has been very bothered by the rumors spread about him and has already given a few, violent and deadly demonstration on what happens when people try to mock him about being a concubine. He is 'bon e car' until someone gets on his nerves.
Even after that, though, his mood didn't improve.

It's a cold, snowy morning in Shiirhuang and he is walking by himself, gloomy and rather angry. He moves through the stands, until something gets his attention: a barely standing, small wooden table with a tray on top, with some strange looking, colorful things on it. Undoubtedly it's an abusive trader, without the right to sell there.
He stops in front of the person, a young looking male, and moves his gaze on what's on the tray. Food, that almost looks like Earth stuff for how carefully and pleasantly it was designed. Not something one sees often, in Xuanghen.
«Free… it's gift, try free… please, lord…» says the young man, in a very bad eastern.
BangSul decides to take one and eats it. It's a sweet, pretty delicious pastry. «You made these yourself?»
«Shi…» mumbles the other, taking a step back.
«What is your name?» He looks at the boy from head to toe.
«Tomiel Teyss», answers the other, in a very low tone.

BangSul feels stunned by the revelation, at first. The Tomiel Teyss he remembers was a girl, in his times. And he is sure that the person in front of him is biologically male, the Avatar of Nature can't be fooled in these things.
Something must have gone awkwardly with time - he thinks, while staring creepily at the other.