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Niola kept following after the person, but she soon found herself drifting further and further away. She had tried her best to remain at a safe distance, so she would not startle whoever she was chasing, yet that seemed to only put her in a disadvantage. Sighing to herself, Niola outstretched her feet, like a sprinter in slow motion. Each time one of her feet touched down on the rough surface of the ruined floor, Niola could feel herself gliding into the air. Pretty soon, the tips of her feet bounced lightly off the ground, like a ballerina prancing across the floor. Then, after a few more leaps into the air, Niola let a swift wind engulf her body and lift her diagonally upwards in the air. Now she appeared to be fighting the wind, yet it was assisting her; Niola used her ability to manipulate the wind and force her body to shoot forward.

"Just...a bit...further!" Niola told herself over and over in her head. The rush of the wind slapping across her face made her eyes water, and she now understood the need for goggles under a lot of air pressure. "There...there she is! Now to land--"

As Niola spotted the female teenager that had nearly escaped her, she felt herself crashing forward at a dangerous speed. Trying to prevent a deadly collide with the floor, Niola reached in front of her and placed her hands flat on the ground. A paintful sensation like electricity coursing through her arms nearly caused her to tip over, but she managed to perservere and, after a slightly shaky, backwards tumble, Niola found herself gazing up at her target.

What Niola saw before her caught her off guard. An elegant young lady with eyes like a placid lake, only filled with the emotions of fright, lonliness, and an underline layer of deep sorrow. She too wore goth clothing, yet her figure and light carnelian (with a shade of purple) eyes gave her the aura of a true goth. In fact, she looked as though she could appear in some horror/romance movie as the lead vampiress. However, there seemed to be something...off about her eyes, as though missing an essence about them that everyone else had. Perhaps that was why Niola felt both pity and awe for her?

"P-please stop?" Niola asked as politely and loud as possible, out of breathe. "I won't hurt you, I swear."

Then she got up and brushed herself off, holding out her hand. "My names Niola, and you?"

((OOC: That last sentence reminds me of beginner's French, when we had to go around the class saying: "Je m'appelle Niola, et toi?" to everyone. xD ))

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