The young man sat on the bench as the airship rose from its dock and into the sky. The tension had been somewhat lifted as he watched the news along with some of his other co-flyers. He watched the newscaster talk about the latest uprising of the White Fang with interest until it was shut off, replaced with his most likely instructor.
"Who's that?" he glanced over to a blonde girl with a noticeably large bust, and chuckled to himself when the hologram answered her.
He managed to tune her out with the view of Remnant below him. It impressed and scared him slightly with how high up they were. He glanced over to a blonde man bend over and scurry to a trashcan to barf his lunch. He walked away feeling the awkwardness settle in with the stank of the barf.
He was beginning to lose himself in the silent bubble he had built for himself, only for it fall completely over himself, "I'm on the ground now."
"Oh my. Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh I made a mistake! Here let me help you up!" a small girl started picking him up by his shoulders.
"Huh. Oh. Thanks. I don't know why I ran into you," he remarked unimpressively.
"No it was my fault. I wanted to look at Remnant, and I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm so sorry," she bowed to him.
"Hey you don't have to bow," he tried to stop her from embarrassing themselves, but mostly her.
"Oh I'm sorry. I should go though. What was your name?" she asked.
He sighed in relief, "Samael. Samael Caramel."
"That's a nice name, sir. I am Hera Ivory," she skipped back to where she came from.
Samael sighed, "Why is there an eleven year old among us?
A/N I write this to set an example for all you OC writers.
I want to credit the artist who inspired these characters, but I couldn't find the picture. Once I do, I'm giving them credit.