Caenir ran down the sidewalk, laughing, his friends following quickly behind him. Turning around bravely, his closest friend Iodir picked him up onto his shoulders, allowing him to call back, "Catch us if you can, sorca'in!" he shouted, using the Old Elven curse to further taunt the boys' pursuer. As Iodir put him down, the group continued running, hearing the bedraggled shouts of their favorite police officer, Haedor, behind them, obviously sweating, even from the distance at which Cae saw him. In truth, they hadn't really done anything wrong, besides harass the officer enough to the point where he threatened to keep them in the city jail for the night. At the point, they had bolted, everyone still calling back taunts and jeers. As soon as they were certain Haedor couldn't catch up to them, they stopped running, still laughing. The sun was beginning to set over Bophen, the old towering shrine in the center of the city, where the sun set behind every summer solstice. There were three other shrines, ones that marked the beginnings of each season, left by the Elven race's ancestors, one for each element. Bophen meant fiery red, symbolizing how hot it got during the summer here. "Man," exclaimed Cae, "that was amazing." His words were met with the others' own exclamations, reflecting on what had happened that day. As they walked down the sidewalk, they made a terrible racket, probably only bothering old folks and children who went to bed early in the summer. However, they might bug a few others, who wished to enjoy a quiet summer evening before school let back in or the busier days of the winter arrived.