In reply to the voice coming from behind him, Raghu turned partially and waved, though he didn't stop walking. The younger boy who had just introduced himself as Aleric looked to be a complete foil to him; where Raghu's skin was approximately the hue of rust, this guy's was very light, verging on pale. While the Siddhartha garbed himself in vivid, eye-popping blues and reds, the Scitor's theme seemed to be 'drab and unremarkable'. Wild, sand-colored hair effectively contrasted Raghu's own straight, pitch-black locks. And so far, whereas Raghu had almost certainly by now drawn the most attention to himself, he could barely remember having seen Aleric at all during the boat ride; this was the first time he had heard the younger's boy's voice, in fact.

None of this really mattered, though, and Raghu's young mind barely touched upon it. Difference wasn't something he necessarily minded. Any remaining thoughts he had vanished when Aleric asked him about breath mages. For a second, Raghu was caught in a quandary. Did this kid want to a basic summary, or a full-blown explanation? Raghu possessed the verbosity to do either, but that in itself was an issue; 'breath mages' wasn't an official classification, more of a title he had invented on the spot for theatrical effect and to make a prominent first impression on the others.

These concerns were then washed away by Aleric's flood of questions. Though initially surprised by the eagerness of a guy who had been so quiet up until this point, Raghu was quick to realize that Aleric's interest was more than just cursory. Never one to throw away a chance to show off, Raghu abruptly stopped walking and began to speak.

First, he inhaled sharply. Not nearly deep enough to gather the amount loose aether necessary to be able to cast a spell, but enough for a blue-green glow to escape from his mouth every time he spoke. While he hadn't thought up a name for this little technique, Raghu knew it tended to impress, particularly littler kids. “Can you guess? Instead of using my mind to get and control magic, I use my lungs. When I breath in, I take in magic from my surroundings. When I breath out, I can do all sorts of neat things with it. Watch!”

Raghu inhaled deeply this time. The air streaming into his mouth became visible, a light green flow. Once full, Raghu turned his head skyward, and cupped his hands around his mouth. When he exhaled, the breath exploded from his mouth in a wave of force, moving upward and flattening out against a nearby wall. This rattled some frost free, causing it to sprinkle down a few feet away from the main group. “Pretty cool, right? I learned it in Dev, where I'm from. And yeah, wind element. Good guess.” He didn't seem to mind making a spectacle of himself.