Feelings

"That little punk is supposed to be stronger than me? Unbelievable!" the guard spoke, getting even more offended.

'Play it cool,' Zaroth thought, trying to stay calm and not burst into fury.

"I mean, I'm the one going to that academy, so it seems pretty believable to me."

The guard raised his hand, making it into a fist, clearly ready to throw a punch.

Zaroth, not flinching, spoke, "Are you causing trouble while on duty?"

Being asked that question seemed to bring some sense into the man, as he lowered his hand and muttered an apology.

Not wishing for the scene to repeat itself, Zaroth, frowning, entered the capital, Luna not far behind, grinning and clearly enjoying herself.

"What the hell was that?!" he asked in frustration.

"Honestly? It seemed fun, so I wanted to try it."