He fell from the portal with a thud; quite unlike his usual graceful landings. Aolis T'Karon Miilaethorn had been forsaken, banished, and sent to this new world. Yet another lost soul to haunt the streets of this place, whatever it was called.
Standing, dusting himself off, and gathering what little pride he could muster, the once Prince of the Maeverhim Tribe of elves was now reduced to this.
Long hair dusty from the fall, Aolis ran slender, long fingers through it to comb as he shifted those dark eyes about. He seemed to have landed in a glen of some kind, and the sight of large trees in abundance was reassuring. At least his father had not sent him to a desert place. He had a chance to fit in here, find a home.
Long, graceful strides carried the elven male from what he would later learn was the Southern Glenn into the town of Rhydin. He knew it was called thus because of the sign on the way in. What struck him as odd was the population numbers:
Humans: Not Many Vampires: Too Many Fae and Elven: Just Enough Others: Plenty!
Wonderful. With a sigh, his soft boots carried him onwards and inwards, finding eventually, and by mistake, the Marketplace. Here he was captivated and almost happy, as his kind were traders by profession. Yes, Aolis could make a home here.
Standing, dusting himself off, and gathering what little pride he could muster, the once Prince of the Maeverhim Tribe of elves was now reduced to this.
Long hair dusty from the fall, Aolis ran slender, long fingers through it to comb as he shifted those dark eyes about. He seemed to have landed in a glen of some kind, and the sight of large trees in abundance was reassuring. At least his father had not sent him to a desert place. He had a chance to fit in here, find a home.
Long, graceful strides carried the elven male from what he would later learn was the Southern Glenn into the town of Rhydin. He knew it was called thus because of the sign on the way in. What struck him as odd was the population numbers:
Humans: Not Many Vampires: Too Many Fae and Elven: Just Enough Others: Plenty!
Wonderful. With a sigh, his soft boots carried him onwards and inwards, finding eventually, and by mistake, the Marketplace. Here he was captivated and almost happy, as his kind were traders by profession. Yes, Aolis could make a home here.