The storm clouds enclosed the duo, it getting more furious each moment. The two were in sync, feeling exactly what the other one was.

[color=0072bc]"Relax Storm, he didn't mean it. He's just mad, you know how he gets when he's mad, especially about, 'family honor'"[/color]

Storm raised an eye at his rider, both of them knowing that his father did, in fact mean it, every, single, word. Storm grunted, not excepting his riders lie. They were to in sync to not tell a lie. As they rode the storm clouds lightened up, with Storm coming to his senses.

Earlier that day, his father scolded him for saying that there's 'More Out There' even though there was. Now his father had grown from an adventurous Ranger, to an uptight, self centered, rich, old man. He had wanted to uphold his family legacy of class, and Welty, and disagreed with his sons opinion, jut like he reed with all of them, because, of course, only his mattered.

[color=0072bc]"Look, I think that's Tura right there. Let's stop by to say high, shall we?"[/color]

Cal and Storm swooped down and landed with a soft, thud, about twenty feet from Tyra. He noticed her bow did not have string. Her bow was, truly, beautiful, with insignias carved all over, running from tip, to tip.

[color=0072bc]"Outta string, I have some spares if you need."[/color]

[@2b3heart] A little overboard for free. Sorry bout that! Getting used to the change from casual.