Simon & Lachlan | Late Morning | Town Circle
Luke had been enjoying his Gift as much as he was enjoying the festival itself today. Given the timing of their week off from the Fade, the celebration seemed ordained by the gods themselves. It was not totally lost on Luke that the timing could have easily been ordained not by the gods but by whoever had seen fit to blow up the train tracks in the first place, but thinking about the bombing still made him anxious and uncomfortable, and he did his best to keep such dark thoughts from his mind, especially on a day like today.
Unfortunately, for all the lightness of the celebration, there were still a few mishaps, some of them maybe (definitely) caused by his high-flying antics. He had done his best to avoid Lachlan, and the flower garlands, since Lachlan had chastised him for accidentally disrupting one a few hours earlier. And he would have avoided him altogether, had he not caught sight of the him vaguely menacing his brother.
A shot of cold filled Luke's veins as he flew closer to the scene, followed quickly by a shot of something much warmer. It is my business when my family is involved, Simon was saying, and Luke's skin prickled as he caught Lachlan's response. You know about as much about business as a pig does about flying. Luke's jaw set. Nobody talked like that to his brother. And what was going on with Fiona?
Luke twitched his fingers, the air currents beneath his glider changing direction, letting him slip down. "Hey," he said, and dropped into the space between Lachlan and his brother, his landing only slightly off-balance, lending his entrance a little less intimidation than he'd hoped. He righted himself quickly, though, and spread his shoulders wide, his eyes serious as he faced Lachlan down. "Don't you talk that way about my brother." He glanced over his shoulder, his face a little more open as he looked at Simon. "What's going on?"