TimberDusk
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Timber woke from his little nest high in the tree. As he stood up and dressed he decided to leave his bow behind today, most people were a little put off by it and he didn't want to upset anyone. He had become a sort of oddity in the city, not many Fae had ventured into Alliria and he made no effort to hide himself. He flitted and fluttered to the ground and looked out on the city, it looked like rain "I had better get to the tavern quickly" he sighed as he began to fly. Rain makes it hard, if not impossible to fly for Fae folk.
About halfway there he felt a drop of water hit him in the head. The force sent him tumbling head over heels until he could regain force and regain flight for a moment until he could land normally. His wings folded behind him as he looked out at the colossal decision ahead of him, he knew he was dead center of his journey from a flight standpoint and hes sure it's not much different on foot, but should he go home or head to the tavern still. "Damn, i was really looking forward to that drink" he rustled out a small acorn cup from his bag "even made my own cup so I don't need need to get one of those gigantic mugs, you know what, I've earned it, I'm going. " Tim dashed to the nearest building and walked very close, he'd found it was the least likely spot to get trampled.
For the most part, he was safe on his trip. Most people didn't notice him at all, some kids thought he was a doll and had to be pulled away by parents, occasionally a boot would come perilously close as people pushed or squeezed past each other. He hated when he couldn't fly but he was at least glad he was trained enough to dodge most blows the slow clumsy giants would inadvertently send his way. Then he came to an intersection, he thought for sure he would be stepped on....again. It had happened before, but his Fae physiology was able to withstand it with minimal damage, but just as much unpleasantness. Without the cover of a building he had to enter the intersection of the two streets and hope it wouldn't happen again. As he went to dash across the street, there it was, a young ladies foot came down nearly on top of him, just barely missing him. He gasped in shock and startled her, without looking she thought it might be a rat and flicked her ankle to shoo the creature. Tim caught the brunt of a light kick which sent him back and tumbling to his back, he grunted again as she looked down and realized it wasn't a rat but a man. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry" she crouched down and scooped Tim up "Are you okay?" he shook his head as he regained composure "Yes Madam, sorry to have startled you, hard to fly around in rain you see." Tim stood up in her hand and bowed "I shall take my leave" She shook her head as he fluttered across the street quickly before landing and resuming his walk.
He made it to the tavern, a nondescript place frequented by all sorts. He shook his wings out and the water shook off onto the ground as he made his way to the bar. He flew up and landed much to the shock to the Orc drinking there and the Dwarven maiden serving him "WAT THE 'ELL" the Orc slammed his mug down to attempt to smash Tim, who deftly dodged the mug as hit sloshed ale down on top of him. The Dwarf woman stopped a second attempt as the Orc had barely noticed he wasn't some sort of vermin. "'Oly crap, it's a fairy, sorry mate thought you was a spider" he laughed as Tim shook off the ale "Well....I'm not." a hefty sigh left his lips as he looked to the Dwarf ushered the Orc off with little incident as he returned to his table "What'll it be little guy?" she spoke to him softly as he looked up to her "Mead, i hear it's made from honey" she smiled as she grabbed a large bottle and thought for a second, her mouth opened and Tim pulled out his acorn cup "Ah, that makes sense" she said as she carefully poured the mead into the cup and handed it down to him "How much do I owe you m'lady?" Tim rustled through his rucksack "On the house honey, least I can do, besides, I doubt you can drink that much" she smiled at him and went to serve some other patrons "Damn, everyday life is rough in the city" he sipped the mead with a smile "a little harsh, but I like it" he sat in the tavern hoping the rest of the day would be a little less of an adventure.
About halfway there he felt a drop of water hit him in the head. The force sent him tumbling head over heels until he could regain force and regain flight for a moment until he could land normally. His wings folded behind him as he looked out at the colossal decision ahead of him, he knew he was dead center of his journey from a flight standpoint and hes sure it's not much different on foot, but should he go home or head to the tavern still. "Damn, i was really looking forward to that drink" he rustled out a small acorn cup from his bag "even made my own cup so I don't need need to get one of those gigantic mugs, you know what, I've earned it, I'm going. " Tim dashed to the nearest building and walked very close, he'd found it was the least likely spot to get trampled.
For the most part, he was safe on his trip. Most people didn't notice him at all, some kids thought he was a doll and had to be pulled away by parents, occasionally a boot would come perilously close as people pushed or squeezed past each other. He hated when he couldn't fly but he was at least glad he was trained enough to dodge most blows the slow clumsy giants would inadvertently send his way. Then he came to an intersection, he thought for sure he would be stepped on....again. It had happened before, but his Fae physiology was able to withstand it with minimal damage, but just as much unpleasantness. Without the cover of a building he had to enter the intersection of the two streets and hope it wouldn't happen again. As he went to dash across the street, there it was, a young ladies foot came down nearly on top of him, just barely missing him. He gasped in shock and startled her, without looking she thought it might be a rat and flicked her ankle to shoo the creature. Tim caught the brunt of a light kick which sent him back and tumbling to his back, he grunted again as she looked down and realized it wasn't a rat but a man. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry" she crouched down and scooped Tim up "Are you okay?" he shook his head as he regained composure "Yes Madam, sorry to have startled you, hard to fly around in rain you see." Tim stood up in her hand and bowed "I shall take my leave" She shook her head as he fluttered across the street quickly before landing and resuming his walk.
He made it to the tavern, a nondescript place frequented by all sorts. He shook his wings out and the water shook off onto the ground as he made his way to the bar. He flew up and landed much to the shock to the Orc drinking there and the Dwarven maiden serving him "WAT THE 'ELL" the Orc slammed his mug down to attempt to smash Tim, who deftly dodged the mug as hit sloshed ale down on top of him. The Dwarf woman stopped a second attempt as the Orc had barely noticed he wasn't some sort of vermin. "'Oly crap, it's a fairy, sorry mate thought you was a spider" he laughed as Tim shook off the ale "Well....I'm not." a hefty sigh left his lips as he looked to the Dwarf ushered the Orc off with little incident as he returned to his table "What'll it be little guy?" she spoke to him softly as he looked up to her "Mead, i hear it's made from honey" she smiled as she grabbed a large bottle and thought for a second, her mouth opened and Tim pulled out his acorn cup "Ah, that makes sense" she said as she carefully poured the mead into the cup and handed it down to him "How much do I owe you m'lady?" Tim rustled through his rucksack "On the house honey, least I can do, besides, I doubt you can drink that much" she smiled at him and went to serve some other patrons "Damn, everyday life is rough in the city" he sipped the mead with a smile "a little harsh, but I like it" he sat in the tavern hoping the rest of the day would be a little less of an adventure.