[color=ed1c24][h1]Rowan D. Valinn[/h1][/color]
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The forest’s general quietness put Rowan on edge. He’d been jogging at a light pace for several minutes now, and had heard nothing but the distant sound of gunfire. That changed, though, when he heard an explosion ahead. It was obviously caused by a human. The Grimm, to his knowledge, simply couldn't cause explosions. He curiously stepped closer, his fists at the ready. 

What he saw caused him to lose all composure. The explosion wasn’t an explosion, but actually the last student crashing into the ground. Rowan saw the crater left in the ground from where the boy landed. Rowan caught sight of the boy responsible for the crater, whose flesh was now smoking. He burst out laughing as the boy panicked and ran for a nearby body of water. It was fortunate that there was one so close, otherwise the boy would have been miserable for several minutes while his Aura repaired the damage. 

The boy stayed under the surface for longer than what was probably necessary. The steam produced from the heat began to fill the air. When the boy finally rose, he caught a lily pad on the top of his head. Rowan doubled over, not even trying to contain his laughter any longer. If there was any doubt that the boy could hear his laughter before, there wasn’t anymore.

Rowan regained his composure, and walked into clear view of the boy. “You know, I’ve never seen a more elegant landing strategy. You’ll have to teach me your ways. I'm Rowan, by the way."

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