#michaelmogarjones

Sky heard a voice. She tensed. And turned around. No, the man didn’t scare her at all she just wasn’t expecting anyone to be there. He looked interesting and she definitely seen stranger. “Cub?” The child spoke with a genuine Italian accent. Did he call her a cub? She shrugged it off. Was the man speaking in thrid person? “I’m-“ while he might be trustworthy she wasn’t too sure. “You’re not with the government are you?”

   “Uh, hi? Sorry, am I intruding on something?”

Gavin is smiling softly, nodding before bowing. “Hello, your majesty. It is a pleasure to meet you. I’m gavin, the entertainer here.”

  ❝ — What is it, Mogar? How may I help you? ❞

   He was this close to calling it a night and having everyone head home when a flash caught his eye, a portal opening in the sky. His hand fell from where it had rested against his phone, instead reaching up to the handles of his swords, ready to attack should there be a threat. He darted off, jumping across the rooftops to make his way to where the portal had been.

Sky woke up. She really didn’t have the best sleep but that was normal no matter the environment. But it was a more peaceful one. She woke up without looking at her surroundings she yawned thinking she woke up from a crazy dream. “ quello era selvaggio..” what she said was ‘That was wild’ in Italian. When she finally looked around and saw the warpaint on her hands “ché cosa?!” Translation: what the? Where was she wait- Sky spoke in English now. “It wasn’t a dream...” and she was happy about that.

Sky points to a scar on the side of their left arm and points to it. There were a few scars but pointing to one in particular.

Gavin’s face was bright red, looking down and laughing. “I wasn’t going to. I don’t... I don’t do that.”