Good Day, Sunshine

Nikola stretched his arms above his head, kicked a leg up on top of the other, and let out a big yawn as his eyes closed and his sight of the sky above grew dimmer and dimmer. The grass felt good beneath him as he lay. He could be here for days on end...if his classes and his job permitted.

Which, of course, they didn't.

Parents and children alike enjoyed the park around him. It seemed this was the annual gathering of the kites or some such thing, as all around him, kids had kites, big and small, polluting the air. The sunlight beaming through the wings of the kites painted the ground in such a way that Jackson Pollock would be proud. Nikola, eyes closed and barely conscious, was using his power to keep the kites aloft, moving them around in ways that were just natural enough to not draw attention from the parents. The kids were, however, amazed. A smirk emerged on the face of the demigod, as he decided the children were having just too good of a time.

With a slight, mostly unnoticeable flick of his wrist, two of the kites tangled together and were sent spiraling towards...

*CRASH*

...right onto someone's head. Cracking open an eye, Nikola tilted his head to the side, looking to whatever poor, unfortunate sod had just become tangled in between two kites.

Nikola caught a brief movement to his side, as a girl on a nearby bench winced as the kites crashed and (metaphorically, of course) burned. The demigod rose, pacing over to the person who had become quite entangled in the kites and the strings. She looked like you would imagine a young woman druid would look like, complete with antlers.

Quite ironically, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Hey, you alright there? Lemme see what I can do to get you free." Nikola would say, working to carefully untangle the girl. He would motion to the girl he had spied previously on the bench. "'Scuse me, I don't wanna interrupt your peaceful day at the park, but would you mind giving me a hand here?"

As the demigod worked to unravel the poor girl caught, he would flick his fingers every so often, using carefully pressured bursts of his power to assist the untangling process, doing his utmost to keep it unnoticeable.

"Name's Nikola, by the way. May I ask for yours?"

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