Thunder hadn't planned on falling asleep in the tree by the lake, but this entire week had been rigorous with intense training of Kendo and Aikido and completing homework and doing chores before bed. Add in putting in time for meditation and some personal activities, such as mountain biking, and he had been pretty busy. Thanks to his healing powers, he didn't ache, but he was quite tired. He had come to a private lake near a campus and was instantly drawn to it.
The lake provided a picturesque scenery, one that could be mistaken for a painting. No doubt artists had come here often to paint, the calmness of the lake soothing their inner troubles or clearing their minds from a plague of unyielding thoughts. If anything the mind could be both a fascinating and horrifying place to be. Either it was your sanctuary or your prison. Sometimes for Thunder, it was both.
His powers were strong and often his father warned him to be careful. Honestly, he did try. And so far, since they had moved there to Japan where Frank now worked for the IDDA department in Tokyo, there hadn't been a single problem. He felt he could relax, be himself more, and not look over his shoulder constantly. He could breathe. Add In the fact there were other people similar to him, and he felt even more comfortable, knowing he was a part of something without being entirely lonely. Too bad he was the last of his kind though.
It was strange how the genetics of the Aleantylar elf skipped a generation or two. Frank had some of the genetics of an Aleantylar, but they were so on the low side that he didn't even call himself that. He was human. Thunder on the other hand? One look at him and you knew he was different. There was a certain aura about him that shined differently compared to others. Nature was attuned to him and sometimes he could hear the trees whisper to each other. They had many stories to tell, some of these stories passed down from generations long ago.
And right now, they whispered, waking him from his sleep. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, and heard a soft cry. Sitting up, he listened more closely and followed the sound with his eyes to find someone beneath the trees, knelt dawn at the lake, holding themself. They were crying. Thunder's heart pang and he bit his bottom lip. Slipping out of the tree, he walked noiselessly to the person and sat beside them, a bit of a distance away to give them some comfortable space and hoped that his calm presence would be enough to comfort them.