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Kry
Hero Complex
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05-22-2012, 04:52 AM
Alai Wynter hummed softly as he skipped with delicate and graceful hops happily down the path towards the Tavern. He clutched his book tightly to his chest, a book he took everywhere with him, a journal of sorts. Though he only wrote down things he thought were important, and of course it held recipes for healing salves and potions. As well as ingredients for particular magical rituals of the healing variety. For all of his power and ability with healing spells though, his own magic was rather useless when it came to healing himself. Ah well, everything has a drawback.
With every graceful hop and skip the Tavern came closer. Alai paused to consider the building for a few moments. Would it be a rowdy place like the last one he had visited? Of course it wasn't just drunks. Everyone mistook him for a girl and sometimes Alai would play along. It could be a fun game, sometimes. Blue eyes blinked softly as he started again. Finally approaching the door and opening it just wide enough for his slender, girly frame to slip through. He looked around for a moment, glancing up at the birds perched near the door and smiling brightly at them. They were cute.
His humming had stopped when he entered the Tavern, and he watched the birds for a few moments longer before turning that bright smile to the woman that had entered before him. She had a phoenix, Alai had met a phoenix once, it had had a human form and had been a very sad creature. Thinking of that caused Alai's bright smile to falter for a moment, but only a moment. He watched the phoenix and then the girl that the phoenix seemed to be friends with.
He watched the girl for a moment as she patted down her hair and then he passed her with a very bright smile. Alai moved across the Tavern floor, his footsteps seemed almost delicate. As if he barely even touched the floor with his booted feet when he walked. Alai wasn't an elf or an angel as far as he knew, but he wasn't human either. Alai took a seat on one of the bar stools, crossed one leg over the other at the knee and laid his book down gently in front of him.
Those blue eyes found the woman again, the smile still on his face. "Hello and well met!" The voice that left those lips was more feminine than masculine. As he spoke those words though, Alai turned to look at the girl with the phoenix, to include her in his greeting as well.
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