Some other children are alarmed by this! Some are fascinated instead! Many of both categories are firmly removed by their attendant parents.

"Vertl mar- Wait I forgot to language. Aww, don't be scared!"

...She tosses the glowy ball gently to one of the kids who hasn't been removed.

He catches it, giggles, and tosses it back.

Yay! A game! She bops it high into the air with barely a tap and runs backward a bit. "I'm Zoe!"

"I'm Jack!" He lunges for the ball, and hits it back into the air.

The ball obeys his desire even though he probably hit it wrong. Zoe runs to hit it next. "Why'd everyone else run away?"

"A lot of people don't like mutants." He hits the ball back at her. "My little sister is one, though."

"I'm prolly not the same thing." Bop goes the ball. "Most places I'm not the same thing, I'm made of starstuff now an' everything. Mutants have magic?"

"Mom talked to the guy who came from the school and he says it's not really magic, we just don't understand it yet."

Zoe shrugs. "Know any games better than keep-in-the-air?" She lets the ball fizzle out in midair.

"Yeah but I dunno if you can cheat at all of 'em. Tag probably wouldn't be fair, since you can fly. A lot of mutants can cheat at games," he says with the air of someone who considers himself an expert on the grounds of a five-minute conversation. "It's fair if everyone can cheat, but not if only some people can."

"You wanna fly? I can boop you for it! Boops last, like, half an hour."

"Ooh! Really?"

Boop on the forehead! Flying works by wanting to fly - this is an obvious fact. "Tag you're it!" She shoots off into the air trailing sparkles.

He flies after her, shrieking delightedly.

The pair play airborne tag and probably attract attention.

After a little while two adults and a teenager with blue skin and a tail appear on the edge of the playground.

Airborne tag is fun! Zoe's crazy hair is actually a bit of a disadvantage since she agreed that it counts as a tag.

She glances at them but continues zipping through the obstacles the playground provides to stay away from Jack.

The adults find benches on the edge of the playground and sit and wait politely for the children to be done playing tag. The teenager vanishes.

Zoe will keep playing tag thanks.

For a while anyway, eventually tag gets boring. When Jack's flying starts to wear off she drops head-first at the ground and appears through a momentary portal on the ground near the two adults. "Hi, you wanna talk to me."

"Yes, we do. Are you alright?"

"I'm happy as a Demacian clam, I'm in a new world and there's some magic people and none of them tried to stab me yet!"

"What's a Demacian clam? Are they particularly happier than the regular kind?"

"It's a clam from Demacia. Aww, I reminded myself of home again..." Suddenly glum, she stops floating and glowing quite as much.

"What's wrong with your home?"

"Got blown up. Too much magic fighting." Siiiiigh. "I don't wanna talk about sad things 'kay?"

"--Alright. But if you need help, we need to figure that out."

"I don't need help. Unless help finding fun things counts!"

"Is that what you do all the time? Run around trying to find fun things?"

"Pretty much! And seeing cool places and sometimes blowing up bad guys."

"Blowing up bad guys?"

"Sometimes! It's usually more monsters than bad guys. A lot of bad guys sound like good guys then sometimes good guys are actually bad guys. It makes my head hurt. But a giant skeleton wolf that's killing people I can just go ahead and blow up!"

"Well, that's true enough. Morality is complicated."

"And boring." She's bouncing a ball that looks dark like space, and yet bright and sparkly at the same time, off the ground now. Dribbling, twisting around, and such.