Ezra walked quietly beside Allora listening to the soft humming coming from her closed lips. He didn't mind Allora's company, he actually quite liked it to be honest. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets his posture abnormally straight as always.
He was always being pestered by his mother about slumping when he was a child and the lessons just stuck with him over the years, causing his to has an erie aristocratic aura.
He always wondered what he looked like to other people but his defiant side always shook it off saying he didn't care what people thought. Most people would sneer in his direction or just ignore him altogether. Though there have been a few to say he was quite attractive, though he didn't know if he agreed.
He didn't find that he looked like anything special, just an ordinary mixed-blood with a people problem.
He frowned, wondering how he had gotten to the topic at all, he shook it off, passing it off as lack of sleep doing things to his brain. He looked ahead once again finally out of his daze, and watched the few lights in the distance.