Making rounds

Elisha was tired of being around other people. Classes had been long that day and he still knew he had a full set of calculus homework, as well as an essay on Hamlet to proofread. Not to mention exercises from powers class and needing to practice music for band... Professors here wasted no time. He grimaced as he made his way up, up, up the steps and to the roof of the main building. It was usually quiet here, and a good place to come relax. His messenger bag slung from his side and his flute case was in it, but he had little intention of actually practicing up here. Not today, anyhow... the wind was too strong. He continued up to the top of the roof and looked around. Only one other person was in sight, a girl he'd seen in one of his classes before, but he had not actually met her yet.

Not that her being here would change his plans. He had come here not only as an escape, but also to test himself. He took a breath in. The wind smelled good today, unlike most days where it was so littered with smoke or other nasty pollutants. He quickly scanned the horizon. Sure, a high tree would have done the trick, but he had little desire to shed most of the skin off his hands in the process of getting up one of the redwoods. Never mind the fact that there was no good perching branch; they were easily some of the tallest trees in sight, at least from his dorm room window.

With another deep breath, he let himself hover a bit higher off the top of the roof until his feet dangled about a meter in the air. This was quite a bit more than his normal levitation, mostly useful for reaching objects on the top shelf at the library or standing on the kitchen table. Without another glance around, he lifted off, spreading his arms like wings. About ten seconds into flight, he began to panic. Something... or someone... was headed straight his way and he knew he didn't have enough control to change direction. Not at this speed, anyways. Instinctively, he pulled his arms into his body and braced for impact, just in case whoever it was - if he'd been thinking clearly, or at all, he would've realised it was the girl he'd seen earlier - collided.

((It's your choice if you want Aspen to pick up on Elisha's panic... he's broadcasting it pretty strongly right before they collide...))

Apparently the girl hadn't had time to pull out of the way, either, so the boy felt a little less bad about crashing into her. Still... he needed to make sure she was okay, but the shock of crashing into someone else sent him plummeting towards the hard rooftop. Only a couple inches before he actually smacked into the concrete, did he manage to stop, as if suspended by an invisible floor.

Ouch... He rubbed his arm, then after a moment, his cheeks began to turn a bit pink. A moment later, he'd regained his senses enough to survey the scene, check for other people around. He struggled to his feet and brushed his dark clothes off. "Excuse me," he walked over to where the girl was still half-sitting and offered her a gloved hand. "Are you alright?"

A hint of a smile touched Elisha's lips. "Perhaps," he replied, his voice a bit dry, but still kind enough. He studied her for a moment. With her long legs, the girl looked to be tall and after a moment, his gaze wandered over to her wings and he couldn't help but stare at them for a moment before regaining his composure. He'd seen something like them, once, but couldn't recall where. Perhaps in a book. He blinked a few times. It was rude to stare and there were plenty of other people who looked somewhat abnormal around campus, so he should not have been at all surprised by the sparkly appendages.

He could feel the wind whistling around the roof and after a moment of silence, well, it was awkward and he frowned. He'd come up here to clear his head, not litter it with more thoughts, more emotions that didn't belong to him. He reached his left hand up to his temple to rub it gently. After a moment, he stopped, glanced over at her and asked, "If you don't mind me inquiring, what brings you up here?"

"To relax and get some fresh air, yes," he admitted, glancing out into the horizon. They still had a few hours of daylight, but he was exhausted. Perhaps it was school finally taking its toll on him or perhaps he had simply been around people too much over the past week. Whatever it was, he couldn't quite tell.

He took a moment and floated closer to the edge of the building. They were several meters up in the air. If a normal human fell from such a distance, then they'd easily be injured badly enough to require a hospital visit. That would hurt quite a bit. Elisha frowned to himself. But neither of them was ordinary, much less human. After all, the girl had giant wings. Come to think of it, he didn't even know her name yet.

"I apologise for my rudeness, but what is your name? I am Elisha." Granted, he could have probably mustered up enough energy and focus to get her name otherwise, but this was much easier... and much more polite. He turned back towards the red-haired girl and floated so that he was now levitating about a meter away from her.

((I'm sorry for the really late reply, but it's here... 0_0))