Arrival of Hate

[Fayde]

The touch of the warm dirt beneath the paws of the moderately young Kelvic felt extremely soothing. The morning sun, revealing its head from the dawn beat on the lynx, warming his fur. After day's on end, walking through jagged rocks and dense trees, there's nothing Fayde could do but take it all in. He fell to the dry sand-like dirt, rolling over and shaking his head of filled particles, sifting the topsoil with his paws.

Fayde had been traveling for almost three weeks now, after spending about three years in the Zastoska's after his parents disappeared, he decided to set off and explore the world and meet endless possibilities. With limited knowledge where and what might be ahead of him, he set off to Stormhold Castle, a vague memory from when he was a child, following the footsteps of his father.

The lynx takes a deep breath and gets up, shaking his fur and licking his legs clean, his ears occasionally twitching, catching every smallest sound. He slides off his pouch, carrying his possesions, over his neck and shifts into his human form. The morning sun sparkling his golden skin, he cracks his neck and stretches his arms. He opens his pouch and throws on his pants and his hooded shirt, his most deared clothing article that belonged to his father. A light breeze and crisp air hit his newly exposed skin as he walked nonchalantly towards the rised gate of the castle, hoping to find some sort of implausible thing that does not need to be found.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Now that Sam was working at the Windmount Stables just outside Stormhold Castle, he had to spend a lot more time in Syliras than he had throughout the spring. That wasn't a terrible thing, perhaps, but he did miss riding Horse through the wilds. Of course, they would both probably have more to eat this season, and Horse could sleep comfortably in a stall.

It was in that stall that Horse remained while Sam walked around to get things done. The morning was fine and he decided again that it was good to be alive.

With those positive feelings, he smiled and nodded a greeting to the golden-skinned stranger crossing his path.

"Good morning!"

[Fayde]

All Fayde now needed was a place to sleep. So much was on his mind as he barely acknowledged the man talking to him with all but a simple nod and rushed on by with his head down. Where would he stay? How would he find his place in this mass city of mixed and difficult challenges? Where would he go from here? Not to mention......he suddenely stopped his train of thought and glanced back at the stables. Hay filled to its max height without touching the ceiling occupied a corner of the stall. A six-inch wood platform surrounds the perimeter of the stall, leaving just enough room before the ceiling of the roof. On cold nights it would probably become quite warm, tucked in that upper corner...his mind wandered for a while, sizing the peculiar spot that caught his attention. He also examined the horse and the man, perhaps he could manage to be hidden there without notice, or maybe...Fayde comes to focus as he notices the man staring at him with an odd look on his face. He quickly looks down and rushes towards the city, glancing back at the man, with a hint of a friendly smile and nod, and continues on his way.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

The man's behavior seemed a bit odd to Sam, or perhaps he was just mistaking things. Nonetheless, as he was headed toward the stables where Sam worked, he called after him.

"Is everything all right?"

[Fayde]

Fayde stops suddenly to the mans voice and waits. Waits for the man to either get disinterested or to call out something else. But neither happen, and after about 20 seconds, Fayde turns around and faces the man, not looking up to greet his gaze. Slowly, Fayde looks up and gives the man a small grin and wave with a jerk of his hand.

The man stands around six feet holding a slouch, with short brown hair and brown eyes. His face had a touch of childhood spread throughout the cheeks, assuming he is quite young, not that of a man but to the brink of evolving out of his young boy life. His mismatched leather clothing seemed almost as if he never quite clothed his self properly, trying do to so while right behind the stage of becoming a man.

"Everything is....is fine." Fayde replies, now looking directly at the man. He stood there dumbfounded looking at the man, and quickly gives out his hand, the last thing Fayde thought he would do is to make friends.

"The name's Fayde."

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Sam caught up with him quickly once the other one stopped, and he realized it was a kid, really. They dressed similarly, as Sam had always taken what was at hand and incorporated it into his hodge-podge of clothes without too much worry about how he looked. He wasn't rich enough to care. The only strategic bit of clothing was the leather cuff around his left wrist that hid his one and only windmark, the symbol tattooed to his skin upon his bonding with the strider Hasieran, who had died long ago. His hair was kept short, and the only way a person could guess he was Drykas was when he was riding.

He shook hands with the other kid.

"Sorry, you just looked a little lost. I work there," he said, pointing at the stables. "I'm Sam."

[Fayde]

"Nice to meet you Sam." As soon as the boy brought out his hand, a leather cuff revealed a strange tattoo around his left wrist. A Drykas, he realized, making the connection with the horse behind Sam. Fayde looks over the boys shoulder to the stables. A very blue collared job seemed to be a perfect fit for the kid. He notices the white horse again, stationary in the stall, grazing on some feed below. His eyes then wander back to the boy and gave a sharp, canine smile. "I'm actually very lost, matter of fact. I just arrived here; quite a large city this here is. 'Clueless where to start." Fayde gave a grin. "You don't happen to know where a close tavern might be around here, would you?"

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

"Well, ah..." He looked around and thought, trying to bring his mental map of the city up for scrutiny. "The Rearing Stallion isn't far from Stormhold, in the first ring of the city, if you just want a meal or something to drink. You can go to the Golden Dragon if you want, ah, companionship too... It's actually right over there, next to the Stables. If you're looking for a place to live, a lot of people choose Traveler's Row because they're the most affordable. Rooms built right into the city walls. They have access to public baths and stables, too..." Though it didn't look like Fayde had a horse to worry about, or even one of those wind eagles people were talking about, the ones that carried the flame-haired Inarta people. He glanced at Fayde, trying to gauge what he was looking for. Sam was a friendly sort, and while it was probably stupid to rely on the kindness of strangers, he liked being a kindly stranger when he could afford to be.

[Fayde]

Fayde quietly said over the names that Sam gave him to himself, staring off into the distance. The Rearing Stallion....Traveler's Row He looks back at Sam with a smile and thinks why this stranger was so friendly to him. Fayde has never really liked people for that matter, being secluded deep in the mountains for so long. He found certain people to be viscious and heartless, hating the world to every last despicable being. After all the harm others bring to a person, nearly referring to himself, all that is do then is to bring harm and hate to others. However, Fayde didn't really have a chance to meet those with tender hearts until now. Is there not more of these people? "I will most certainly try out some of those places, I'm much obliged, thank you. The Traveler's Row seems like where I'll head soon enough." The thought of hiding and becoming secluded once again in the stables seemed to fade from his mind. "...But first, something to eat." He says, with a large grin as his stomach growls ravenously, for he hadn't eaten since the doe the other day. "Thank you again, Sam. Take care, hope to see you soon."

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

He opened his mouth to say that he could show him if he liked, but Fayde seemed intent on escaping his presence, so he didn't push himself on the squirrelly kid. "Well, you know where to find me," he said to Fayde's retreating back. "And you can always talk to Aenysa at the gates. She's friendly to newcomers." Back to his own errands, then.