Lunic was always the quiet type. He never really talked to anyone, just sat quietly alone and read some of the books that Alexander or Aru would leave lying around. He most certainly didn't act roudy like his twin sister, Ange, but somehow, he had the same problem with making friends. He only really knew the streya that he lived with and his care-taker that the other resident streya called Mochi. Ange would always ask if he would want to go with her to walk around outside, but he always politely refused. They were as different as whipped topping and pickles, as Dalan would say. All of the differences he noticed between him and the other streya that he'd met lead him to wonder if anyone would ever talk to him or accept him for all he was, quirks and all.
Today, however, the other streya that were watched over by Mochi were busy doing their own things; Dalan was pranking gale, Aru and Alexander were talking with Miyori about some worldly events, and Ange was trying to figure out if a ribbon would look good tied onto her ear or not. Seeing as there was really nothing else to so, Lunic silently got up and left the house and all of the talking behind, heading for a nice little park with a pleasent fountain and lots of flowers. 'Maybe today I'll meet someone,' he thought to himself. 'Yeah, right,' he mentally laughed, chiding himself for being slightly too optimistic for what was in character for him.
Finding a nice shady spot under a large oak tree, Lunic puled out a rather large, old looking book that Alexander had given him a while back as a birthday gift. It was full of all sorts of wonderful, strange, old stories and he just couldn't help but read it over and over again, enthused that he could find some new detail about something each time he read one of the tales again in the tome. Smiling to himself, he decided to go straight to one of his favorites, then began reading aloud, acting out the parts vocally as if her were a voice-actor for a cartoon.
"There is no way that I'll let you win!" Lunic shouted, lunging at an imagined foe from the book. He'd memorized the lines long ago, but sadly, he hadn't memorized the terrain he'd been standing on and tripped, sending him flying to the ground.
