The sun gleamed fairly this morning in Fal’Raheal, uninhibited by any measure of cloud. Merchants served their clients, families roamed in the will of solace; a scene endowed in peace and diversified through its multi-cultural resonance. Aroylecio aligned his sight upon an apothecary’s merchandise, his demeanor bearing a vibrance of ease; he always felt liberated when in Fal’Raheal, where it was a rare occurrence that he would bear the air of envy of his peers, or detest from a measure of students. A talented magician was he, a foundation that lives in the lineages of both his parents.
Finding a herbal bath soak of his favor, he finalized his dealing with the apothecary and made his payment. The elven-naga cast a wandering gaze about the square then, basking in the kind fluidity that thrived here. His feet naturally led him into a graceful stroll, his sight studying the faces that walked past, or simply even lay standing about, alone or intertwined within their own company. It was through this roving charter that he found himself magnetized to a young lady, who appeared to bear an orc physiology. As he committed his examination to greater depth, he noted she bore elven features, too. The girl bore a lovely glow, and he was naturally drawn to her interspecies lineage. His eyes continued to follow her, and he would redirect himself to advance towards her.
As the distance between them was closed by his approach, he began to ponder his choice of words. He clasped his herbal soak with a mild tension, even bouncing his fingers against it consecutively as he imagined a spectrum of topics that may be welcomed. He ceased in his stroll then, finding himself drawn to a circulation of considerations internally, which desensitized him to his surroundings. A man that had been walking behind him ceased suddenly, grunting at Aroylecio due to his unpredicted impediment of his path of movement. Aroylecio was restored to focus by this event, briefly aligning his sight unto the stranger. “My apologies,” he declared suavely, supplementing this with a subservient bow of the head. The platinum-haired male then returned his attendance to Zulryn, who stood only a couple yards in the distance.
Finding a herbal bath soak of his favor, he finalized his dealing with the apothecary and made his payment. The elven-naga cast a wandering gaze about the square then, basking in the kind fluidity that thrived here. His feet naturally led him into a graceful stroll, his sight studying the faces that walked past, or simply even lay standing about, alone or intertwined within their own company. It was through this roving charter that he found himself magnetized to a young lady, who appeared to bear an orc physiology. As he committed his examination to greater depth, he noted she bore elven features, too. The girl bore a lovely glow, and he was naturally drawn to her interspecies lineage. His eyes continued to follow her, and he would redirect himself to advance towards her.
As the distance between them was closed by his approach, he began to ponder his choice of words. He clasped his herbal soak with a mild tension, even bouncing his fingers against it consecutively as he imagined a spectrum of topics that may be welcomed. He ceased in his stroll then, finding himself drawn to a circulation of considerations internally, which desensitized him to his surroundings. A man that had been walking behind him ceased suddenly, grunting at Aroylecio due to his unpredicted impediment of his path of movement. Aroylecio was restored to focus by this event, briefly aligning his sight unto the stranger. “My apologies,” he declared suavely, supplementing this with a subservient bow of the head. The platinum-haired male then returned his attendance to Zulryn, who stood only a couple yards in the distance.
