Zephyr filled his lungs the moment they hit the surface, savoring the fresh atmosphere that heavily contrasted with the stale and stagnant air below. Although the underground practically crawled with darkness until magma made things a little hot, there was a constricting feeling in those catacombs that just didn’t sit well with. He’d very much rather bask in light that has to make an effort to crawl across the sky rather than reside in the ever present darkness. Which, sounded odd coming from an individual of his bearing, but it was just how he honestly felt. Even though the Light was essentially his antipodal in this world, its natural brilliance created a perfect environment to read in.

If that vacant expression had the ability to alter itself, then a light smile would have tugged at the corners of the brunet’s mouth. His classmate was versed, but the boy still retained memories of his parents and knew full well they wouldn’t christen their child after a deity. Actually, in Greek mythos, the embodiment of the West Winds was explicitly written as [i]Zephyros[/i], while his Roman counterpart was known as [i]Zephyrus[/i] or [i]Favonius[/i]. Instead of correcting Luke, Zephyr decided to give him brownie points for being close enough. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to transport Psyche to Cupid’s palace anytime soon.

Zephyr lethargically nodded in accord with Luke’s statement. The people here were oddly accepting- embracing even. But given adequate time for rumors to float about, and surely there would be mentalities filled with derision and animosity. The boy jumped at the sneeze that forced him out of his muse, abruptly so. He had been listening so intently that he didn’t notice their arrival at the pools. All at once the spectacle was absorbed and burned into his conscience. Why was this academy so scenic? He mentally queried not in skepticism, but in hopes that many more sights awaited him. After all, being the blank canvas, it was the external world’s job to influence him and flesh out the colors he lacked. Engrossed with taking in the expanse, Zephyr lagged behind Luke a few good steps as he autonomously followed the sound of his classmate’s feet. There was also something else that lead him forwards. A hum that reverberated with power, like the ebbs and flow of water. Unsurprisingly, it was just that. Water. He scrutinized the commonplace pools as he speculated as to why they were so special. The sensation probably skyrocketed once somebody plunged into its depths. Right now, the darkness user merely stood in the splash zone, only exposed to a fraction of the pools’ energy.

The boy looked over to his side and eyed the rock that casted a sizable shadow. Not even a full day prior, and a stone that size had been lobbed at his classmate Vlad, only to be turned into a seat. After deciding that was where he would rest, he calmly shifted his attention back to Luke, and so it seems, in a state of undress. 

[color=#d40b0b]”Oh.”[/color]

For a moment, he mulled over whether he should turn the orb into a projectile just a step short of a bullet, since it seemed that Luke had gotten a screw loose. But instead, an even more puzzling revelation surfaced from beneath the waves of confusion.

Water users needed to disrobe before using their abilities! It all made sense now!

[i][color=#d40b0b]”As if.”[/color][/i] Zephyr concluded it was for optimal connection with the element. The boy took a seat near the water’s edge and spectated as Luke repeated the process that comprised his training. Meanwhile, the darkness user played around with the orb to pass the time. He wasn’t sure if Kano was aware of the fact that he was already wield his ability to an extent undisplayed to others, but controlling the collective darkness from an entire room was a fair challenge. Soon, he was on his back, with his gaze focused on the orb flying from one end of his vision to the other. 

Wait, how long was it until afternoon classes? Zephyr would have to warn his classmate well in advance, and did the guy even pack anything to dry himself off with. The soothing blades of grass he rested on weaved their way into his hair, sneakily bypassing the boy’s attention.

[@Inertia]