Cole Morningstar
Cole clutched the duffel he had with one hand...a backpack slung across his back. He studied the school for a moment before exhaling. His father hadn't found him yet so clearly he wouldn't find him here. He strode from where he had been an air of confidence forming about him. For once he was dressed more casually...a black buttoned shirt sleeve shirt with a cuff of silver on each sleeve paired with a more casual pair of black pants ending with grey colored wing tip oxfords. His hair a bit tossled from flying earlier, but it worked on him.
Cole barely glanced at any of the other students. None of them mattered yet after all. Though a head of gleaming red caught his eye for a moment before he focused on walking. His steps light as he walked a bit away from the redhead. It was clear he had no idea how odd it was that he was walking behind anyway with how silent he was.
As Cole continued walking he pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on...adding to the display of confidence he seemed to have. Part of him wondered if he would find his mother here....or at least some skills to understand this realm. His hands then slid into his pockets. He heard a guy talking to himself and felt his mouth twitch. Frank frickin sage seemed to be building up courage.
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