It was a long, hot day, waiting for the alter to spur to life. The large wolf-like creature sat always from the crowded gathering. His crimson eyes scanned the area curiously, but passively. Like everyone already gathered, he too had heard about the supposed mage that was to show up. It was the first mage to ever leave Vinara, and he was curious as to who it was. His long, triangular shaped ears flicked and he sighed softly in impatience. Whoever it was was certainly taking their sweet time. With a small huff, he settled into the grass to nap the hottest part of the day away. The mage faerre would show when they were good and ready, and pacing would not speed up the time.
As night fell, the painted wolf slowly got to his feet and yawned sleepily. His eyes eyes scanned the scene before him. It seemed the faerre still hadn't shown and he was beginning to doubt if there really was one. Maybe it was prank someone had set up just to see how many people would panic. He grumbled and spread his feathered, dragon wings. He was almost tired of waiting, and was about to leave when a flash of light caught his eye.
He watched curiously and calmly as the mage faerre gave her introduction. Aquelia. He smiled as he heard her name. She was a pretty little faerre, but he loved her spunk. She seemed to demand control and had a no-nonsense nature. He wagged his tail slightly as he watched her cross the stage. The question she posed was an interesting one. Why did he want a companion? He was a powerful, chimera with the affinity towards dragons. He could fly at the speed of sound and could shoot plasma bolts that would leave full grown trees as nothing more then smoldering match sticks. He could certainly hold his own in battle, and had no use for magic. So why did he come here?
With a leathery snap of wings, he took to the air. His tan and brown body soared over the assembled crowd with ease. He watched the alter with dark red eyes and waited for an opening. When there was a lull in wooers for Aquelia, he shot towards the alter and landed with a graceful thud of paws and a slight gust of air. He slowly walked toward Aquelia, but stopped at a respectful distance. He dipped his head until his black, moist nose nearly touched the alter floor.
"Hello, mage faerre, Aquelia." He finally said. His voice was deep and held power, but also was light with friendliness. He sat down and wrapped his fluffy tail around his legs, and watched the light blue faerre. "My name is Nimbus, and like the multitude of people around here, I too have come to see you." He paused and watching the faerre, his eyes glimmering with curiosity. "You have ask a great question. Why do I seek you? For power? Because you are rare?" He shook his head, and the glimmering blue gem around his neck swayed from side to side. "No. I have come for the simplest of reasons." He smiled, his tail flicking with nervous energy as if he just realized what he was about to ask. He took a deep breath, readying himself. "I have come before you, to Vinara even, because I would like a companion, a friend." He said, his grew sad. "I have traveled the world and have seen many great sights, but I have had no one to share them with. I have asked you to be my traveling companion, but we will always come back to Vinara whenever you wish. I would never ask anyone to desert their home."
After his small talk, he stood and started to walk away to let the next suitor in line. His claws made a soft ticking noise on the hardwood floor as he walked towards the end of the stage, and waited Aquelia's decision.
