Snippet #1467304

Icarus roamed the halls of the moon dorm in silent reflection, observing every aspect of his surroundings carefully. The only sounds he could hear were the soft click of his heels against the tile floor, and the distant chatter of the day class. He was still new at the cross academy, and still wasn't quite comfortable with his room and sitting still had never been one of his strong suites.

So, instead of lying awake in bed, he decided to pace through the massive dormitory until it was time for the night classes. Had it been later, and had he been sure he wouldn't have woken anyone, now would have been a great time to practice playing his trombone. His daughter, Nes, was just learning to play the violin, and he'd promised that once the two of them had a little more skill, they could play a duet. He really looked forward to that.

Silently, he sighs as his mind wanders. Coming to the den, He collapsed on a couch and pouted softly to himself to relieve boredom as he waited for the sun to go down "Giant house and no television.. what a rip off..."