Billy Kaplan and Open
Like mini meteorites, the rune stones that Billy equally cherished and reviled sped through the midwestern sky, the young mage blazing behind in an eerie cerulean glow. The bright cloudless Oklahoma air was brilliant blue, free of much of the smog and pollution that would darken the air of a more majorly populated area, affording a bit of concealment to the magical light show above the rural area.
While the stones slammed into the soil in small puffs, Billy landed much lighter. The captive stone in his hand, his guide to this area, quivered and pulsed a bit more before finally falling dormant.
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto," he offered quietly to the small flat stone before dropping it into his pocket and retrieving the others. For the mundane, it would have almost looked like a person on the beach with a metal detector, except in place of the machine was a glowing blue hand and matching eyes sweeping over the ground as Billy walked, bending every so often to collect another of the runic travelers.
He was so intent in his task that he barely registered the edge of the small town close in the distance, or the few people offering their extremely confused stares.