[center][h3][color=#d40b0b]Zephyr Heidrich[/color][/h3][/center]
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Zephyr kept a  blank expression in response to the student’s disarray. The Darkness user wasn’t heavily versed in pacifying people, so all he could do was abstain from talking as his senior began to fire questions into the air. The guy was surprisingly talkative for a person who just survived detrimental wounds and had experienced pain of the utmost intensity. The student breathed at a sporadic rhythm, a sign that he was honestly confused by the whole situation. Zephyr finally opened his mouth and allowed his answers to flow forth, [color=#d40b0b]”Zephyr Heidrich.  First year.”[/color] He curtly introduced himself. He was still interested in who these two students were, and why they had brawled in the forest. 

The student’s eyes burned with a temper colored similarly to his hair. Although he didn’t lucidly show it, Zephyr proceeded in a careful fashion, in hopes of not finding himself on an emotional landmine. [color=#d40b0b]”That man healed you and incapacitated your classmate. He’s currently preoccupied with tending to the land… I think we should head back.”[/color] Zephyr gave himself a metaphorical pat on the back for being able to articulate such a long sentence to who was essentially a stranger. Right now, the only tie between them was the fact that they were both students of the academy. When the mind is flummoxed, it is in a state of disorder and is prone to overreacting. Though Zephyr was sure his senior wouldn’t even conjure up anything remotely close to what he imagined in his current state.

Zephyr made his way over to the heavier student and dropped to a knee to look over him. He soon delved into analyzation, specifically noting how clean the cuts were and that they were already healing. [color=#d40b0b]”Correction. “Muscley”, rather than Fatty.”[/color] He spoke with a quick glance back to the redhead, then returned his attention to the . The boy pondered over whether they would be able to take him back to the academy by their endurance alone. Surely the blond would heal after time, but it didn’t feel right to leave him in this state. [color=#d40b0b]”Shall we help him back?”[/color] He queried in his monotonous voice.
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