![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
Who: Megan and Cuán.
What: random encounter ftw.
Where: Byrne grounds.
When: this afternoon.
Rating: PG?
Status: In progress.
An afternoon with nothing to do; it was a precious enough thing. Cuán appreciated it for what it was, and he'd been by the pub for a good single malt before he'd Hubbed over to Arizona. The heat slammed into him as soon and he shifted his wings uncomfortably. It wasn't that it was that hot, but the difference with Dublin make it seem so, especially since it had already been night over there.
Here the sun was shining a little too hot, a little too hard, a little too heavy.
Not heavy enough to prevent him from spreading his wings and flying up into the air. He almost wished he hadn't worn the uniform; leather was extremely hot. But the uniform was in general much more practical than his few, specially tailored clothes. He flew up higher, that the air might get colder, and only headed back once he came in view of the Academy.
Freak Academy, some called it. He liked it.
He dove straight for the ground, wings close to his body, and only spread them at the last minute, displacing great bursts of air and landing nicely on the ground. Not far, a young girl was watching him with wide eyes, and he walked over to her with a pleasant enough smile.
"You going to be one of my students?" he asked, Irish accent more than a little obvious as he spoke.
Honestly, he was hoping she would freak out at the sight of him. It would be a very nice omen for his time here.
What: random encounter ftw.
Where: Byrne grounds.
When: this afternoon.
Rating: PG?
Status: In progress.
An afternoon with nothing to do; it was a precious enough thing. Cuán appreciated it for what it was, and he'd been by the pub for a good single malt before he'd Hubbed over to Arizona. The heat slammed into him as soon and he shifted his wings uncomfortably. It wasn't that it was that hot, but the difference with Dublin make it seem so, especially since it had already been night over there.
Here the sun was shining a little too hot, a little too hard, a little too heavy.
Not heavy enough to prevent him from spreading his wings and flying up into the air. He almost wished he hadn't worn the uniform; leather was extremely hot. But the uniform was in general much more practical than his few, specially tailored clothes. He flew up higher, that the air might get colder, and only headed back once he came in view of the Academy.
Freak Academy, some called it. He liked it.
He dove straight for the ground, wings close to his body, and only spread them at the last minute, displacing great bursts of air and landing nicely on the ground. Not far, a young girl was watching him with wide eyes, and he walked over to her with a pleasant enough smile.
"You going to be one of my students?" he asked, Irish accent more than a little obvious as he spoke.
Honestly, he was hoping she would freak out at the sight of him. It would be a very nice omen for his time here.