((@Velo s’all good, was going to hop on and say something earlier but didn’t get the time—but you got it so s’all good xD Also, sorry if this seems a bit rushed but like Velo I think I'd like to get my characters going a little here xD Move the story on a little bit, perhaps))

Shawn Armstrong
//Thor//
Cloud’s Cross, Sport’s Field @Winter

Shawn bought into all of Beau’s words, even giving a bout of laughter at his jokes. “I know right? The crazy stuff that people come up with.”

At his explanation, she winced sympathetically. “Dang, Beau, your parents are as harsh all heck.” She waved, dismissing him. “Get out of here, then. But hey, I better see you at the next match, right?”

She grinned and punched him in the shoulder, a typical friendly guesture from her—but perhaps gentle only to a rock. “Good seeing ya.”

Without giving the guy any further thought, she continued on to the gym—eager to hit the sandbags.




Lydia McCormick
//Demeter//
Cloud’s Cross, School Field@Xelxe Attis

The boy’s answer came slowly. Like, very… very slowly. Lydia immediately wondered if she made the right choice in speaking to him. But his response was…

“Yes… the leaves are lovely.”

Lydia was naturally confused, but following his gaze to a nearby tree. Normal people probably would have corrected him—but this was Lydia. The plant nerd. Compliment a tree and she’d be all over it.

“Oh,” she said, brightening a little. “That’s a remarkably healthy Quercus alba—that is, white oak tree. You know, oaks have actually had a hard time growing here in Cloud’s Cross but perhaps at this angle and slope this one is getting…”

She stopped short, as the boy gently shouldered passed her without saying a word. Nothing.

Biting her lip, she wondered if she had scared him off. Most teenagers probably wouldn’t care for trees, of course. Still, she wanted to make at least a bit more effort at being sociable. Though honestly this kid seemed to have as much social tact as a dead log—not that she was one to judge, of course.

“U-um…” she skipped forward a little, jogging back up to his side. “Where you going? I was, um… I wasn’t really talking about the tree back there. I heard your poem, and…”

She trailed off, thinking he’d understand the rest of the context there.