Flight School: Lore

Uncharted Skies

"Oh but you mustn't go there," said the widowbird to the sparrow, small and afraid.

"There are some things that are not meant to be discovered, Mr. Tori," he smiled. Tired. "Some things are meant to be forgotten."

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Quint Faustes had never heard of a prey who'd joined the astronomy club out of his own fair will. It was simply unheard of, the phenomena was; and it very naturally led him to believe this prey either adorably foolish or hopelessly brave. The concepts were almost identical to the creature within, and it was no wonder that Faustes had his interest piqued by said prey.

"This one's looking to be eaten," laughed a Nocturne in the room, legs kicked up on the backrest of a chair and rocking it back and forth. "First year? Probably trying to catch the attention of some Heart like you."

The hawk displayed his affection for non-verbal vocabulary by giving him the middle finger.

"Quint, you showing the thing around or no," the great grey slid a folder across the table. "Alfred's a shit and hasn't gotten to giving us an I.C, so you'll take half and I'll take the other."

Faustes raised a brow at this, scanning through the rest of the folder. "You mean I'll take one and you'll take...none?"

His senior snorted a laugh, clapping him on the back while the other Nocturnes rummaged through a box of rusted binoculars, old and unused.

"Exactly. It's not like we've got more than two every year anyway, so." The owl shrugged. "No surprises right there."

Should Faustes be asked to pick the one thing he absolutely despised and rid it from his life, he would have told them not to waste his time. The hawk was the kind to forgo answering what he deemed as redundant questions that would, in no way, add any form of value to his life just so that his time would not tick without reason.

It was the one, sole thing about himself that he was so sure about.

"No surprise that you're wasting my time too then," the hawk rose with a smirk, chair dragging across the floor with a screech. "I'm sure all club presidents leave their responsibilities to someone else."

Provoked, the Nocturnes turned so quickly and at such an uncanny angle that he, the only diurnal halted in his feet. He prepared his Avian for flight.

"You think you'll get away with saying that to me just because you're a Heart now?" The great grey was quiet. The tensing of his shoulders gave away his attack and Faustes was crossing the highest floor of the astronomy tower towards the open window in a second before—

He was gone.

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Being the youngest predator ever admitted into the Class of Hearts was not the label that Quint Faustes had been desiring all his life.