(Hey guys! Really sorry I’ve been away for so long, though I’m really excited this role play is still alive! Sorry if this post is a bit confusing, for some reason I lost the original post I was working on and the was having a little bit of writers block, but it will hopefully go away once I get used to writing as Faelan again!)
Faelan Swiftwind | 19 | Male | Pansexual | Cerulle Isle | Human Form | Tags: Dante Mercer, Kkinya Wrigs | Knosihs Firelands Palace
Faelan stumbles a bit, though was quickly able to recover before anyone went down. “The beginning eh? It’s, It’s been a while since I told that one.” He admitted, trying not to look flustered. He’d been telling tales a long time, often in taverns, making a show of being dramatic in hopes of gaining a room or perhaps a few coin. For some reason this felt different and he had to swallow an unfamiliar feeling of self conscious Faelan took a deep breath, burying the feeling beneath his usual carefree grin.
“I’ve been traveling so long, it’s kinda hard to know we’re to start.” He mused, pausing to think a second “I guess my first true adventure began not long after I’d left my village for the first time. I had been flying for days and hadn’t known were to stop for rest so I just kept going and going. Then, one minute I’m flying above the clouds and in the next I’m waking up covered in grass bits and upturned earth, didn’t even remember landing.” Faelan chuckled and shook his head at the memory, “To be honest, I think that was my first time on solid land. On the islands there’s air currents all around you, above and bellow, it was so strange being on ground that was so still. Im so clumsy down here, I suppose after all this time I guess I’m still not used to it.”
He smiled at Dante, his eyes bright with amusement, “I’m rambling again arn’t I? Sorry about that. I’m usually a better story teller than this, I swear. I think I’m still a little dazzled by everything, it’s throwing me off my game.” He admitted sheepishly. Around them he noticed there seemed to be less party goers and while the music was still being played loud and clear the hum of conversation seemed a little less, was it so late already? He didn’t want it to end, at least not yet. It was so nice out here, dancing with a handsome prince like something out of a children’s tale. The silly mishaps of his early wandering days seemed hopelessly boring by comparison.