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[color=ed1c24][b][i]Eli Wyn[/i][/b][/color]

Before Eli had a chance to pull it together and realize what was going on, Rahna had already pulled him out the door. [color=ed1c24]"I never understood why you're so driven not to let me talk to your mom,"[/color] he frowned, [color=ed1c24]"I wouldn't embarrass you, y'know?"[/color] He beamed an amused grin when she mentioned the word [i]'race'[/i] and was almost ready to outlay the route he had in mind. He was about to start describing it when he noticed a patch of white on her forearm. In a flash, memories of their last race came back to him. He totally forgot about what had happened. [color=ed1c24]"Oh right,"[/color] the smile subsided for the moment, [color=ed1c24]"Maybe we should... you know... take it easy for the day?"[/color] Eli himself didn't believe those words just came out of his mouth. And he was so hyped for the race, too. But the fact that she got hurt last time, because of him, remained. Of course, she would never openly say that it was his fault, but it was what it was. He felt really bad about it.

Getting himself in trouble, having to handle a couple of grazes, cuts and bruises, was fine. But injuring his friends? That was another story. [color=ed1c24]"I could take a look at your glider, give it a bit more spin and control? We don't want a repeat of the last time. We have time 'till meeting Blin for lunch, so why not glide to the usual spot and..."[/color] And...

And...

And what? What do people do when they're not doing crazy stuff? Although they're not constantly doing crazy stuff, per se, Eli still manages to get them into some kind of trouble. So what was it that they could do? As he was thinking about it, he gazed at Rahna, his look absent. It took him a few moments, but he eventually realized that he probably could've ended the sentence at a better spot. This way it was open for interpretation. 

And the last thing Eli would want in his life is a repeat of that dreadful situation. Code name: Aurora. 

[color=ed1c24]"Talk?"[/color] He carefully blurted out, as if he wasn't sure that normal people even do that anymore. As the answer soaked in, Eli finally exhaled - the sentence was politically correct. Phew.

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah, talk - we could talk! I've got a couple of SkyKolas in my backpack, so we can kick back and relax."[/color] The smile returned to Eli's face after what was probably the longest time today that his smile was absent.

[@Rekaigan]
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