Thomas Anvidir || M: Jeta Anderson

A cold breeze sent a chill down his spine as he pulled the fur mantle around his shoulders closer to him. It was a primal kind of chill felt when you know you aren't safe, that danger lurks in your vicinity. He stood still as the crowds making their way towards the ceremony continued onwards around him. His stormy grey eyes trailing where the breeze originated, a mountain.

A echoing thunder rolled from the cliffsides, as a storm began to brew upon it. Thomas felt a lump in his throat form, but his eyes stayed upon the mountain. This storm felt different, it felt more controlled rather than the wild power of a usual thunderstorm. It was alive. He took a deep breath, swearing under his breath at the ramifications of that. So a Thunder Light roamed these hills. Thomas smirked at that. They were said to be beautiful creatures to view in the flesh, and their rarity only added to the spectacle.

As if capturing the storm in his eye, a spark seemed to flash within them. Thomas was always entranced by thunderstorms. His assurance for todays outcome began to grow, as a small trace of optimism began to emerge. He began to walk on. He then turned a corner, and it instantly disappeared. He'd accidentally bumped into someone, and it was then he was pulled from his childish joy and snapped back to reality.

'Perhaps I should have stayed home', he mused. Of course he would run into someone, literally. His stormy eyes pierced at the perpetrator, fully prepared to voice himself until he looked into the blue eyes of the girl before him. Regret immediately swelled within him, as his anger subsided and his expression softened.

'This girl looks utterly terrified', he thought. His mouth sat agape trying to find words or anything to say, but was at a loss for words. After a beat he seemed to regain his impassive expression, though his eyes held guilt.

"I apologize, it was my bad", he said not really looking her in the eye.

Thomas Anvidir || M: Jeta, Heather, and Ms. Smith

Thomas studied the nervous girl before him with a frown. She barely could meet his eye, and seemed to be blushing furiously... He assumed embarrassment, and honestly he understood why. He felt embarrassed by his carelessness. Still though, her nervous mannerisms made him uncomfortable. It made him want to say something optimistic to help raise her spirits, but Thomas was never good with pep talks nor hyping up peers.

Matter of fact Thomas never really interacted much with people his age, let alone a girl. The sudden thought made him feel awkward. He remembered his godfather once telling him women were practically hardwired differently...

What was he supposed to say?

He was about to speak once more seeing as the girl started to pick her head up, but thankfully he gained more time to consider his options. Another girl joined the frey, her whole mannerisms a complete polar opposite of the nervous royal blue eyed girl. His frown deepened.

The red head before him screamed of confidence, and strength. Her body posture was composed yet tense, it reminded him of his own besides her more dominate aura. He preferred to sulk around rather than announce himself. Once she spoke he raised a brow, as he immediately felt a slight challenge in her tense stance. His body grew tense in turn, his stormy grey eyes meeting the girl's blueish green orbs.

He stayed quiet for a while until, merely observing the scene from the side till the shy girl spoke, addressing him. Her voice was shakey but he nodded in response, a small internal smirk growing from her obvious accent. He wasn't the only foreigner it seemed. The girl immediately began to retreat back into herself. He "hmmed" lowly to himself, before responding simply.

"Do not worry about such things, we are both at fault".

Turning to the red haired girl he was about to respond to her suggestion when a teacher spoke his thoughts for him.

"I concur, let's get moving", he said without missing a beat.

He nodded toward the girls, before turning from the group without saying a word and beginning to be on his way towards the ceremony, his mind reflecting upon those two girls. He only spoke a few words with them and already he understood what his Godfather taught him.

Girls are weird.