[center][h3][color=#d40b0b]Zephyr Heidrich[/color][/h3][/center]
[hr]

[color=#d40b0b]”Master.”[/color] Zephyr greeted the hooded co-headmaster with a courteous nod while he adjusted the sorry excuse that was his posture. His back was straightened to the point that it emulated a flawless one-eighty degree angle. It obviously wasn’t showing on his face, but he was straining to maintain this comportment. A quick glance was cast over to the other boy to check his current bearing. Based upon past experiences with random townsfolk, acquaintances, and even his own blood, the element of darkness was one universally met with animosity. Even if they had only caught a mere whiff of a rumor, there would be an instantaneous disconnect purely out of fear propagated by infamy.  

Sure, there would be a few open-minded individuals who would meet the umbra of the element spectrum with open arms, yet those who made up the majority of the academy's residents felt unanimous contempt for the same reasons. To them, he was a threat whose existence alone could derail the halcyon days they cared for so dearly. Something better secluded to a remote place far, far off the beaten path.

The student who Kano had indirectly introduced as Luke had the privilege to be the first one to know of Zephyr’s power. The spectacled boy didn’t strike him as somebody who would purely act of malice. Then again, he had been betrayed by people who had relied upon, wolves who guised themselves in sheep coats they had harvested from prior victims. He could compose a short novel off of the elaborate and seemingly ruthless ways he has been excised from a community like a malignant tumor. But once again, Zephyr would lean on his hopes, bolstered by an optimistic outlook on life. He was almost certain that the same events wouldn’t pan out this time. Almost. Perhaps Kano would be the first step towards breaking this continuous loop of one-sided farewells.

[color=#d40b0b]”My apologies. Still getting used to this new setting.”[/color] He offered to justify his absence. His schedule was still a mess, but with some spit and elbow grease he could organize agenda. [color=#d40b0b]”Is there anything you require from me in particular? I will answer any questions to the fullest of my ability.”[/color]

[@Zelosse][@Inertia]