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Okaaaay. Here’s my new character *fanfare plays* Zanar!!! *winks again at @joelle-stone*

Race: Skyinian. (All Skyinians have silver haired and seem to have paler skin. They’re taller and thinner, and soft-footed. They’re the ultimate warriors.)

Appearance: Shaggy (right, Joelle? that’s how I always imagined it) silver hair; dark eyes (like almost black eyes); and follows the rest of the Skyinian traits.

Age: 12. (Correct, Agent Stone?)

Personality: humorous; the kind of person who grins a lot; has a heavy sense of duty towards his Guarded, Ryli Tyll. (It’s a Skyinian thing); has a hard time confessing something. (Joelle, these are all things I picked up from what I’ve read of him and what people have told me. I know you weren’t really in the story much at the time Zanar was created, but if you see anything contradicting, please tell me! It’ll be such a help!)

Zanar: 

“This is really dumb, Zanar,” Luminar whispered, his ice-blue eyes as round as saucers.

Zanar puffed out the breath he’d been holding as he wiggled through the wet tunnel. “Relax, Lumie. Now you have a story to tell in your otherwise really boring life!” Zanar shot a grin over his shoulder at his friend, who was currently having trouble worming his pudgy bulk through the narrow passage.

“Ha, ha. Very funny. But I’m serious! If it rains, we’ll be in sooo much trouble, ” he whisper-hissed.

Zanar begrudgingly admitted to himself that Luminar had a point. In the rain drainage sewers, they would be in very deep yogurt if the unpredictable skies decided to drench Skyinia. But they would be fine. Right?

Zanar squeezed through a particularly tight part of the sewers with a grunt. He continued army-crawling forwards, telling himself that he was on a grand adventure and was not crawling through a smelly, drippy, wet, disgusting hole with a whining companion.

Yeaaaahhhh. Even he was starting to regret this decision.

Zanar was so lost in his thoughts, it took him a moment to realize that Luminar was calling his name.

“I’m stuck!” Luminar said, hyperventilating.

Zanar craned his neck to blink at his friend. “Are you serious?”

“What do you think?” Luminar attempted to pull himself through, bracing his hands against the sides of the tunnel, but he only ended up chanting under his breath, “Ow ow ow ow. Why did I ever agree to this?”

Zanar threw his hands up in exasperation–or tried to. The low ceiling banged his fingers. Rubbing his knuckles, Zanar considered their predicament. But he only was left with more frustration. “Okay,” he said slowly. “I can’t back up to help you, since it’s so narrow. And I’d be sticking my feet in your face. I can’t turn around either. As far as I can see, there’s only one option. But you’re not gonna like it.”

Luminar paused his staring and looked up. “Oh, no. What is it?”

“Well, if I continue through until I get to where it comes out, I can back-pedal to the entrance and push you through from behind.”

Luminar muttered a word that Zanar’s mother would not have approved of. “You sure that’s the only way?”

Zanar shrugged. “Got any better ideas?”

Luminar grumbled more dirty words before he said, “Fine. But please hurry!”

Feeling more confident that he was on some cool rescue endeavor, he wormed through as quickly as his lithe body would allow. He was busy humming a heroic theme under this breath, so he didn’t hear the roaring gurgle noise until it was too late. Before he knew what was happening, icy water bowled over him, dragging him along like a rag doll in its thundering current.

Zanar sucked in a sharp breath–and immediately regretted it as frigid water flooded his lungs. He tossed and flailed, screaming Luminar’s name, knowing his friend was right, knowing he was going to drown, knowing he’d gotten his friend killed–

Then he was falling.

Falling through what felt like the softest feathers.

He instinctively scrunched into a ball–even though he’d heard it was better to go limp or something that he couldn’t remember–expecting to splat against the ground any moment.

But then the featherness melted away, and he was floating and flailing in the air as several strangers did the same.

Yelling. There was also lots of sarcastic yelling.

“What the heck?” Zanar shouted, very tempted to use the not-s0-nice word Luminar had spat.

Weightless, he flipped upside down, even though he was flapping his arms like a chicken, trying to right himself. His shaggy silver hair flopped into his eyes. And he huffed until it blew upwards-only to have it fall back down again.

“Is this, like, something that normally happens here?” he asked over the arguing, still waving his arms ridiculously.

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Hehe. There you go! *rubs hands together as she anticipates Liorah’s sarcastic response*