Earth.
The name sounded unbelievably ordinary, yet for some reason it lingered in the minds of both girls. That brief distraction lasted only an instant before their attention returned to the young man standing between them.
He appeared to be around their age, perhaps a year older at most. His black hair was messy, reaching just past his ears as though it hadn't been cut in months.
His clothes were even worse. The dark tunic he wore had been patched together so many times that it was difficult to tell what its original color had been. Several tears remained unrepaired, exposing parts of his arms and shoulders.
His trousers weren't much better. One leg had been stitched together using coarse thread, while the other had a long tear running from the knee downward.
Even his boots looked ready to fall apart.
