@dragonfly
It was a late afternoon in midwinter, and the sun already threatened to set on the seaside town of Gilderion. It wasn't a town known for getting any amount of snowfall, but the air was chilly regardless. Fortunately for Luneth, he'd never minded the cold, and though he was grateful for his winter coat at the moment to help hold in at least some body heat, he didn't bother to close it in the front. It flapped in the breeze a little bit as he left the school building at a brisk walk. His soft, raven-black hair fluttered with the speed of his movement, and his deep black eyes were fixed on his destination: the post just outside the grounds at which were moored several student vehicles. He located his own with ease, a green bicycle he had modded himself just last year with a propeller and a collapsible gliding rig, and once he had unlocked and unchained it from the post, he slung one leg over the vehicle and waited.
He'd noticed over the past few months that Solara's last class of the day this year tended to run late. He resisted the temptation to check his pocketwatch, as he knew that looking at it wouldn't tell him anything useful. She'd get there when she got there, and he prided himself on being a patient young man.
"Well, if it isn't the Loon himself."
He turned to the voice nearby and quickly wished he hadn't. A few other students who didn't walk as quickly as he did had reached him by this point, and as usual, they were taking advantage of the fact that he was alone. It was a pack of four other youths, their faces either wary or sneering as they eyed him in passing. He forced himself to look away and bite his lips closed from the inside so he wouldn't respond to their quips.
"Isn't he always out here? Always waiting for the freaky white girl?"
"Solara? Yeah, they're attached at the hip. I think fate brought them together just so they could cancel each other out."
"Ha! I bet every time they try to stare lovingly into each other's eyes, something on the other side of the world implodes."
"Hey, Loon!"
Luneth felt a small pebble hit him in the shoulder. His grip on the handlebars tightened as he continued to look anywhere but the direction of his assailants. Don't give in, he told himself. Don't give them the pleasure of a response.
"Oy, we're talking to you, Loon! Where's your girlfriend?"
His brow furrowed and his teeth clenched, but he did not turn. He wouldn't answer. He would resist the temptation. They wouldn't beat him.
"Nah, don't bother, he just tunes the rest of the world out. I think she's all he can see."
"Ha ha! Love goggles, am I right?"
"Oho, Lovestruck Loon! I'd like to see that."
"Loon and Solara, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-"
"No, no, you're doing it wrong! It goes like this. 'Loon and Solara, sitting in a tree! S-P-A-C-I-N-G!'"
It was all he could do not to growl as the verbal barrage continued. There was a slight cracking noise as his palms skidded over the handlebars. Don't do it. Let them get bored of you. Let it go. He would wait here for Solara to meet him, and he would say nothing.
((Feel free to take command of minor characters like the bullies when it's your turn. I'll leave it up to you whether Solara has a vehicle of her own or not; I figured Luneth would ride with her if she did and give her rides if she didn't.))
It was a late afternoon in midwinter, and the sun already threatened to set on the seaside town of Gilderion. It wasn't a town known for getting any amount of snowfall, but the air was chilly regardless. Fortunately for Luneth, he'd never minded the cold, and though he was grateful for his winter coat at the moment to help hold in at least some body heat, he didn't bother to close it in the front. It flapped in the breeze a little bit as he left the school building at a brisk walk. His soft, raven-black hair fluttered with the speed of his movement, and his deep black eyes were fixed on his destination: the post just outside the grounds at which were moored several student vehicles. He located his own with ease, a green bicycle he had modded himself just last year with a propeller and a collapsible gliding rig, and once he had unlocked and unchained it from the post, he slung one leg over the vehicle and waited.
He'd noticed over the past few months that Solara's last class of the day this year tended to run late. He resisted the temptation to check his pocketwatch, as he knew that looking at it wouldn't tell him anything useful. She'd get there when she got there, and he prided himself on being a patient young man.
"Well, if it isn't the Loon himself."
He turned to the voice nearby and quickly wished he hadn't. A few other students who didn't walk as quickly as he did had reached him by this point, and as usual, they were taking advantage of the fact that he was alone. It was a pack of four other youths, their faces either wary or sneering as they eyed him in passing. He forced himself to look away and bite his lips closed from the inside so he wouldn't respond to their quips.
"Isn't he always out here? Always waiting for the freaky white girl?"
"Solara? Yeah, they're attached at the hip. I think fate brought them together just so they could cancel each other out."
"Ha! I bet every time they try to stare lovingly into each other's eyes, something on the other side of the world implodes."
"Hey, Loon!"
Luneth felt a small pebble hit him in the shoulder. His grip on the handlebars tightened as he continued to look anywhere but the direction of his assailants. Don't give in, he told himself. Don't give them the pleasure of a response.
"Oy, we're talking to you, Loon! Where's your girlfriend?"
His brow furrowed and his teeth clenched, but he did not turn. He wouldn't answer. He would resist the temptation. They wouldn't beat him.
"Nah, don't bother, he just tunes the rest of the world out. I think she's all he can see."
"Ha ha! Love goggles, am I right?"
"Oho, Lovestruck Loon! I'd like to see that."
"Loon and Solara, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-"
"No, no, you're doing it wrong! It goes like this. 'Loon and Solara, sitting in a tree! S-P-A-C-I-N-G!'"
It was all he could do not to growl as the verbal barrage continued. There was a slight cracking noise as his palms skidded over the handlebars. Don't do it. Let them get bored of you. Let it go. He would wait here for Solara to meet him, and he would say nothing.
((Feel free to take command of minor characters like the bullies when it's your turn. I'll leave it up to you whether Solara has a vehicle of her own or not; I figured Luneth would ride with her if she did and give her rides if she didn't.))
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