Archived talk:Abbigail "Abbey" Hindi/@comment-5895897-20121222052258

Luc was completely consumed in thought, wandering around camp like he did when he was restless. He is palm was open, a small wind current no more than 2 inches in diameter swirled in his hand like a mini tornado. Suddenly he stopped and looked up, realizing he had almost run into someone. When he raised his eyes, he froze. In front of him was possibly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was on the short side, with long flowing blonde hair. He started to mutter an apology, but it came out more like: