Completed Alone and completely lost

[Farlen]

Timestamp: 4th of Fall 512 AV
Where: The Arms Gallery


For a man who's home was a vast wilderness, Wind Reach was not the place he pictured him self in. Yet somehow, upon his many journeys, he wound up here, claustrophobic and completely out of his comfort zone.

Farlen puled down his hood, revealing a cascade of long, blonde hair and feline almond eyes, which studied the world around him with care. Weapons... everywhere. The arms gallery made him happy, in spite the fact he had lost his way completely. He was always oblivious to fine art, but weaponry was the kind of art he appreciated deeply.The kind of art with a use. The kind of art which was not a waste of time.

And finally it occurred to him... where was he going? what was he doing? Here in this alien land, with not a single soul he could freely talk to...

It was times like there that he missed his master so deeply. Merric would have known where to go, he would take him by the hand and lead to a place where they could both settle down for the evening.And being a Kelvic, Farlen had yearned for that leadership and love again. But then the scorching memories of the betrayal returned into his thoughts; and shaking his head did not banish them...

[Kinat]

In a sea of red haired people, a blond man is as flashy as a blood spot in the snow. However, it had been the enigmatic way in which this man conceiled his face under a cloack what had driven Kinat behind him into The Arms Gallery. Only in the last moment he revealed that yellow marker of his procedence, as an anticipated conclusion.

"Awesome, isn't it?", he asked him in an oddly pronounced Common, asuming the foreigner would not understand the Nari tongue, "The Archery Ranges is even better". He did not smile yet, but he rather cast a suspicious stare at him.

Kinat frowned, trying to concentrate. He had dealt with outlanders before, and he knew they needed some extra feathery of useless words before leading the conversation to the really important issue. He finally smiled. "Unless you are a warrior, of course", he added.

[Farlen]

"Not much of a warrior..." Farlen replied almost instinctively, for his admirable height meant he frequently corrected people on that aspect. "I'm a hunter." His cat like eyes closely studied the stranger before him. He didn't know who this man was, or what was his purpose in this conversation; so he kept one hand on the little knife concealed within his cloak, just in case this encounter didn't turn out so well. It wasn't because he presumed this man, with the enchanting red hair was going to harm him. Farlen simply didn't trust anyone.
"Who are you?" he asked in the end, with a note of apparent curiosity in his tone.

[Kinat]

So he was not a warrior. Of course, if he were a kind of infiltrate trying to get inside information from Wind Reach in order to prepare an assault, he would not say it openly; however, something in the nervous way he observed him supported his words. Provisionally, he would take his words as true.

"I am Kinat, the fletcher", he introduced himself. Then he looked up, thoughtfully, for a while, composing the complex question in the Common tongue "Have you been her in Wind Reach for long?", he finally asked.

[Farlen]

Farlen was glad that the man spoke common. He could communicate in Nari fairly well; but there was something about the carefully composed sentences in a language so familiar that made him feel less alienated. A soft crescent of a smile appeared upon his face as the fletcher's words reached his ears. Relaxing a little he replied. "Pleasure to meet you Kinat. I'm Farlen and I have only arrived the day before yesterday."

[Kinat]

Kinat smiled. The foreigner had begun to look friendly, at least to his eyes. This was quite good, because it meant that perhaps one day he could trust that man.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Farlen", he replied, approvingly nodding, but not opening his arms to hug him as a friend... no, not yet. "If you ever need something while you are in Wind Reach, just find me", he offered, though.

Gesturing with his hand to say goodbye, the red-haired man smiled and crossed the doorway out of the Arms Gallery. No sooner had he stepped on the street, a shadow covered him just a few seconds before the red-tailed hawk met him. Kinat received it in his right hand and gently caressed it.

[Farlen]

Curiosity caused Farlen to fallow this red haired man out of the arm's gallery, though experience taught him to keep out of sight as most people don't like to be fallowed. Or perhaps it was his complete lack of navigation skills within a city. Likely a fair mix of both, for he was both curious and lost. A perfect opportunity for a man to do something stupid.
It was just outside the gallery that he had first caught a glimpse of what he came to this city for. A magnificent beast swooped from the sky onto Kinat's arm.
Farlen's jaw dropped ever so slightly as he was taken by the grace and the beauty of the creature. So much larger than those in the woods he grew up in. A falcon with a red tail and the kind of life in his very substance, which even Farlen had not yet witnessed even in his wildest dreams. A part of him had wanted to reach out and touch the creature, to examine it's every component. But common sense pressed him to stick to the etiquette which has been branded on to him with such meticulous determination.