Winter still, the cold awkward to the young Wind King, considering he was used to the normally mild temperatures around Shinonome. You'd figure with this city as close to the sea as it seemed to be, the ocean would keep the weather from getting overly frosty. He had to hazard a guess it was something to do with those curses and ghosts everyone here seemed to complain about and blame things on. All in all it wasn't really that bad. Still, the wind chill made riding moderately uncomfortable, especially considering his rider's road. Wing was for flying and tearing up the winds, and the cold just made his lithe body chill to the bone as he flew through the air after each AT bounce.
But it was okay, as long as he knew where he was landing.
Those trademark fox-like eyes were open, feral and alert, making his face now more wolf-like, his cross-marked pupils scanning the rooftops constantly as he went. Biomass Sensitivity, sometimes called "hawk eye". Those who didn't have a clue about the Gravity Children wouldn't understand this feature too well. Eyes activating something akin to radar or sonar, mapping out the terrain and all lifeforms and inanimate objects around him. The purpose of this was to make these kids exceptionally good at tracking down targets and dodging incoming attacks, due to their original purpose being something to do with military combat. It may have made battling the kids of Sleeping Forest a pain in the ass for other Storm Riders, back home, but it's what helped them keep hold of their home territory and "birthplace" for so damn long.
Aha, but here he was, just riding leisurely in a nameless city. Well, as he'd play it off like. Something came up on his last scan as he made his way across the rooftops, across the hotel's now-- oh, some pink thing? Whatever. He adjusted his course mid-air so as not to collide into Soul, using his palms to summon up a good gust of air behind him, allowing his jump to make it over the top of the little NPC; landing with a squeak of the wheels, twirling around to take a better look at the kid, those black and white cross-marked eyes slowly returning to their normal honey brown hue.