The sun was low in the sky, tinging the sky with light blues and oranges. Soon enough it would darken into red, purples then blues and Makia was becoming impatient with waiting for it. Only when it was dark enough could he slip past with no one noticing, well, that wasn\'t quite true either. Maybe he just favored the night over the day. Makia gazed out at the training grounds, and he couldn\'t help but notice several ditches had formed in the ground from a recent mock battle in the vicinity. "Wah....scary." He muttered as he crept around the holes, making sure to eye them for any suspicious behavior. His blonde-green hair was loose from its usual ribbon, spreading along his back in a soft waterfall of silken hair. Why might you ask, was his ribbon wasn\'t....in his hair? He had lost it.
Makia knew he could be a bit of an air-head but this was ridiculous. It was shameful to think he hadn\'t notice till an hour later that his hair was all over the place. He groaned deep in his throat, his chest rumbling. So, which is why he was here, solemn, green eyes darting every which way. "Where is it?" He muttered, his tone sounding a bit whiny as he twisted his fingers together in a nervous habit.
He gave a sigh before he began to mutter to himself, "Mind as well look from a better view."
Makia tilted his head back, body giving a light shudder as he released the stability of his physical body. His form shimmered in a soft glow before seemingly going transparent, his feet already leaving the ground. He flexed his ghostly fingers with a sigh before lifting himself up higher in the air. Once again he resumed his search, he settled down for a landing when he noticed a spot of black near a patch of grass. Closer inspection said it was a person. A male at that. Makia didn\'t really consider himself a people person, against popular belief. He didn\'t usually associate with others and he didn\'t want to start now.
He tried to inspect around the other\'s area without getting too close. Makia was starting to believe just going up to the other would be preferred. With a exhale of breath, he returned to his physical form, feet landing on the ground. He cleared his throat as he cautiously started to approach. "Excuse me, sir! Have you seen a white ribbon around?" He question, the small braids on either side of his face brushing each cheek as he moved.