Sweat gracing his brow, Anatole leaned against the wall, catching his breath. His face was red and he was close to exhausted. It was growing nighttime, and almost time to sleep. Sounded great to Anatole.
The sun grew even lower in the sky as the boy cleansed the sweat from his forehead. "Where is everyone...?" Anatole thought out loud, the Corridors silent. Maybe they were eating, or talking with friends Anatole didn't have. Part of him grew curious to where some of the people from his earlier conversation had gone.
Every now and then he still felt the slap of Claryssa's blonde hair.
Was that creepy? Anatole hoped not...well, if he told anyone they would think that was creepy. So he kept it to himself.
Suddenly, he flinched at the sound of approaching footsteps. He straightened his posture again once he recognized who it was. Maybe they might not notice he was dying inside from all the running. At the first sight of blonde hair (thinking it was Marissa), Anatole smiled at her, calling out and waving, "Hey again!"
How I'd die to catch the freedom of falling...
The Lord of Advanced Summoning, Anatole Evans
STA:14 AGI:7 STR:4 CTRL:5