'... He could sense my presence?' The dark-haired boy thought to himself, a slightly confused expression on his face.
"I don't care about forgiving you, just don't do stupid things again and there won't be any problems." Lyrian nonchalantly said to him with his back turned as he walked back to where Alten was.
The crowd was slightly confused about what Lyrian was talking about but soon dispersed as well. All in all, they seemed to be slightly worried, but overall happy with the experience. It was thrilling after all, and everyone craved a bit of that.
"Hey... my name is Joltun by the way. Joltun Namiel. What's your's?" The black-haired kid suddenly decided to ask.
Lyrian looked back over his shoulder, "Lyrian Theageld." He blankly stated as he resumed walking over to Alten and someone who seemed to be his new friend.
