Completed The Falcon's First Flight

[Seran]

Timestamp: 6th of Summer 514 AV Seran hopped out of his tent and ruffled his feathers. Good morning Zeltiva! He glanced at Sol and the horse whinnied in greeting. A quick appraisal of his camp confirmed everything was in order, just as he'd left it the previous night. His tent was nestled into a natural crevice in the soaring Zastoska Mountains, giving an incredible view of Zeltiva and Matthews Bay. The ledge that jutted out from the crevice contained his tent, a firepit full of ashes and his horse, tethered safely to the side of the mountain. Every time Seran absorbed this magnificent sight, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay below. Seran hopped over to Sol and made sure he had enough meagre grass to graze on. It seemed as though there was enough for a light snack before they rode into the city proper. Seran stretched lazily and then shut his nictitating membranes, or third eyelids. He couldn't help but loose a screeching cry as he dove off the mountains into open space. The wind rushed past him, and he calmly inhaled and exhaled feeling the air being diverted thanks to his nostrils. The sweeping bay drew closer and closer, and Seran tucked in his wings. His speed grew impossibly fast and inside he laughed at the sheer velocity of his tiny body. Despite the wind, he could faintly make out the crying of gulls and he focused rather intensely. At about 100 feet above sea level, gulls tend to glide about, searching for potential food. Thus the white, spineless birds seldom if ever look up, making them ideal prey for a falcon. Seran widened his wings a fraction, reducing his speed marginally. This is going to be a close call, he thought seriously. Picking out an especially fat seagull from the rest, he directed his dive at its flight path. Seconds passed and then CRACK! Seran slammed into the bird's wing, crippling it instantaneously. A lone mournful cry escaped the bird before it was in his talons. Excellent, although maybe I should have chosen a thinner bird. He pondered as he lugged the dead weight back up towards camp. Seran dropped the gull next to the firepit and shifted, the swirling lights engulfing him momentarily. He shivered at this high altitude, "Time to get dressed." Donning his shirt, trousers, boots and coat, warmth seeped back into him. Time for dinner! Seran thought eagerly his stomach growling in anticipation. His flint and steel remained where he'd set it down the previous evening, and so he placed the last of the dry brushwood he'd gathered in the impromptu fire pit. Once he had a small blaze going, Seran plucked the animal and held it over the flame. "Slightly more appetizing but by no means 'cooked' eh Sol?" The horse snorted, which Seran took to mean yes. The city of Zeltiva lay before Seran and he smiled appreciatively at the old world architecture, visible even from the outskirts. His belly was still full from the seagull, and after making a slightly treacherous trek down the mountain trail he was back. In truth, Zeltiva was home before anything, even if those who made it home had all gone. His mood dipped instantly as melancholic thoughts filled his mind, and he had a pressing desire to shift and fly away. No, I need supplies and a job! Otherwise I'll just waste away in the mountains! He rallied himself as best he could and rode into town. Cantering through the street, Seran attempted to draw as little attention as possible. He was only there to collect some supplies and seek some work. Deciding that accomplishing an errand or chore would leave him with more money than he started out with, Seran rode for the docks. When he reached the docks, he looked over and above the docks stood the building he'd heard so much about. The World's End Grotto, the most famous inn and perhaps most famous building in Zeltiva. Tying his horse up outside, Seran gently opened the massive wooden door. The hustle and bustle of the inn hit him instantly and he had to pause to gather himself. Once he had calmed his beating heart, Seran tossed himself into the fray. He was pushed and shoved, and he pushed and shoved others. Eventually winning a battle over a chair in a corner, he sat down breathless to observe the room. Trying to make himself heard above the ruckus of the morning crowd he shouted, "Does anyone need work to be done?" Of course, it didn't help that he was shorter than everyone in the room.

[Black Onyx]

The young woman had been leaning by the door of 'the Grotto,' she was dressed in her usual black outfit, a pair of boots, a pair of pants, a simple shirt and a cloak that was firmly wrapped around her form. Black never stole from those that stood within 'the Grotto,' for the simple fact being, was that she didn't want to draw attention to herself. If you did steal from those near where you live, it would only bring the attention of guards and maybe whoever had killed her parents. That was something that Black was trying to avoid at all costs, however, it also meant that she most definitely did not trust another soul with her life, so she never really spoke with other people unless it benefited her.

A short man had entered the area that she was currently occupying and she caught wind of his scent, while he appeared human, he had an animal scent to him and her brown hues followed his movements through the room. While he was being pushed and shoved, Black slowly leaned off of the wall she had currently been leaning against in order to slide through the room herself. Although, she just slipped through the crowd instead of opting to just simply shoving back. Occasionally someone would shove her aside, a male to be precise as he made for the door, but that did not put her off her pursuit in following the male kelvic that had just entered, she wanted to know more about him. 'The Grotto' was extremely busy for some odd reason, it was never normally this busy, at least business was good, she thought to herself as she finally came to the table that the male kelvic had seated himself at.

"Does anyone need work to be done?" She heard him call out as she seated herself at the table that he had currently decided to take up. Sitting was far safer than standing although it seems, she told herself as she swiped back her black hair that had fallen into her face during the brief shove, so then she could view the male before her a little better. He was definitely short, shorter than herself and he had dark brown hair that was shaggy and long, at the end of those tips however was white and a brow lifted at this. Well, at least that might be another sign saying that he was kelvic, she thought to her self as she noted the eyes that must resemble some kind of animal, but what one, she was still trying to puzzle out. She would then lean into her chair, lifting her arms only to then cross her arms over her chest. Why would he look for work at something like an inn, where a lot of sailors tend to check in? He would most likely end up on a ship and he would probably find that he would regret it.

Finally, after much silence, she spoke to the male. "I have work that you could do." She said as a smirk fell onto her lips, "But it's not paid work." She chuckled softly at this as she adverted her gaze to those within 'the Grotto,' some were making their way to their rooms, some were exiting, while other were taking seats to enjoy a mug of kelp beer. "The only type of work that you will most likely find around here, is on a ship, if you want something else, you should have tried within the city, maybe down west street."
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[Enthere]

The sun was high by the time Enthere had the camp fully set up. She had chosen a spot near enough to the town proper that she could easily walk the distance, but far enough that the smoke from any fire she made would be but a tiny wisp, nearly invisible against the mountains. There was a small mountain spring fed stream for water, and some tall scrubby bushes for cover. Her pack horse grazed wearily, always with a wary eye on her. The beast had never trusted her, the way she smelled of wild cougar. She practically had to drag him here from Syliras, and to Syliras from the small wilderness outpost where she'd originally bought the horse. She shook her head, he had enough food and water, and was properly tied down. He'd be fine for the day. She glanced over the campsite one last time, then turned her back to the mountains and faced the sea. It wasn't visible yet but she could smell its sharp salty scent, and taste its heavy tang, and with the ocean breeze came the smoke and scents of many people. She could already feel the ache in her heart swell, but she needed people so she set off across the rocky slope towards Zeltiva. Enthere had never been to Zeltiva, she didn't like the few boats she'd been on so it was strange to find herself near so much water again. It was a beautiful city, she could see the towers of the old college, and beyond them the white-capped sea. She would explore those, but for now she needed to be with people, she had traveled alone for so many weeks she just wanted to feel part of a larger group for a few moments. There was a large Inn: 'The Grotto' and Enthere could tell by the number of people going in and out its doors that she could easily get lost in its crowds. The smell hit her before she was even through the doors: beer, and food, and smoke and so many bodies close together. Its wasn't an entirely unpleasant smell, and there was the soft scent of animals in the air as well, horses, chickens and dogs. The usual domestic creatures, their smell lingering about the humans. She was overwhelmed for a moment, reeling from the mixed scent of sea and Inn. She pushed farther into the depths of the room but couldn't find a good place to seat herself, so she stood.

[Seran]

Seran's heart sank as it seemed that no one heard him, which admittedly did not surprise him. He was drawing a breath to repeat his request when a woman sat down at his table. This in and of itself was not strange, except that she appeared to have materialized out of thin air. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth but he managed to keep a straight face and he focused on meeting her gaze. Despite her being taller than him, Seran viewed her as prey to be examined. The woman crossed her arms to her chest and he kept the gaze, all the while using his excellent peripheral vision to try and determine who she was. The woman had long black hair, and brownish hues to her skin. She tended to sink back into her cloak but from what little of her he could see, he began to wonder if she didn't always come by food. She had a certain hardy aura, and she was skinnier than he'd expected. His first impression left quite a lot to the imagination, and he was uncertain whether this person could be trusted. Still, they'd clearly heard his request for work and that was enough for now. "I have work that you could do." She said finally, and pulling an unpleasant smirk as she did so. Nevertheless, Seran was intrigued and leaned in closer. "But it's not paid work." And with that, Seran sank back into his seat with a sigh. She chuckled and broke the staring match, at least he'd won that battle. "The only type of work that you will most likely find around here, is on a ship, if you want something else, you should have tried within the city, maybe down west street." Seran scratched at his chin, he definitely had an affinity with seafaring, so it was a possibility. Then again, he wasn't quite sure he was ready for that yet. For one, sailing required money, which he felt he was somewhat lacking. Forming a steeple with his hands, he raised a brow and shook locks of hair from his face. "You seem rather mysterious, but I appreciate the offer. I've never really been one for sailing myself," Seran lied through his teeth but he didn't flinch as he looked back at her. "What have you got for me? Also if we're to work together, we ought to know each other a tad better!" He held out a hand and grinned, in what he imagined to be a rather roguish fashion. "The name's Seran, and I'm a man of somewhat unusual talents." What she couldn't see he hoped, was how his other hand had slunk beneath the table to hover above his sword. Trust is a precious thing, but hard to earn and harder to regain, he reflected.

[Enthere]

Enthere felt fairly at home in the crowd, though it wasn't her favorite thing all the time she had gone without company for too long for it to matter. But people were bumping into her and shoving her aside to get to around the Inn. She didn't like that. Enthere moved smoothly to quieter corner, there was a couple there, arguing or something. She found a quiet table, apparently forgotten, near the two. She perched on her chair, always on alert, but unaware of her own obvious edginess. She tried to ignore the pair, but it was difficult given her excellent hearing, and plain curiosity "...names Seran....unusual talents..." She caught a tidbit of their conversation, apparently it wasn't a couple after all, and they weren't arguing. It took her a moment to realize there was something distinctly different about them, she could smell wildness on the man and something....Different about the woman. She wore all black, and a long enveloping cloak, but it wasn't just her appearance, there was something animal about her too. Enthere realized with a start that they were both Kelvics, it was shocking and exhilarating. She rarely encountered another of her kind, much less two together. The thought also put her on alert, she considered Kelvics more dangerous than humans, as they were often wilder and more unpredictable. Herself included. She would definitely stay to find out what they were about.

[Black Onyx]

Black's brown gaze watched as the male steepled his fingers upon the table before himself and her gaze drifted away from him as she caught the scent of another animal as it began to close in upon a miraculously spare, empty table in this cramped room. Her gaze had spotted the other female as she came into view and she watched her for a moment. The young woman would slowly exhale, as she worked to calm her nerves, she didn't particularly like those that paid attention to conversations that they were not welcomed to, especially the conversations that Black were involved in. As a thief, she had made it her business to make sure that any information that she was about to divulged about herself, was in a controlled environment. It was how she had made sure that she stayed under the radar of most people, not only that but she made it her business to be observant, especially while in the company of strange kelvics.

A sigh drifted upon her lips and her gaze flickered to view the offered hand, but it was the other movements that his body was making, that drew her attention as she watched the shifting movements of his shoulder. It was then that she looked to the male's face, of which beamed a grin. Did he consider her to be stupid? She questioned silently as she lifted a brow in the male's direction. Black found mind games rather tiring and she had better things to do than play mind games. She didn't shake the hands of those that displayed possible hidden agendas, it was another tactic that she had developed in order to survive as long as she had, especially on East Street, you never knew who was hiding a hidden dagger. Trust was indeed rare within this woman, she didn't even fully trust the informants that she had now, one must always be wary of those that one did not know about. For histories can shape someone. The man had shared his name, but he had said that he did have unusual talents, something she assumed was a fact that he was simply referring to his animal counter-part. "Black." She finally said in response to his inquisitive question.

The young woman, never really felt the need to get to know those that she worked with, in fact, she was beginning to think that this was a waste of her time, especially with the way that the male kelvic formed his words and was continuously playing his little games. The other female kelvic, was too attentive towards their table for her liking and Black was still not sure how she should deal with this strange woman, especially now seeing as she was more interested in the conversation that was going on between Black and Seran. Slowly, she lifted her view so then she could see the roof of the room that they currently occupied, she could probably be out and about along west street, stealing purses from those that were too ignorant of the people that surrounded them. Drawing in another breath, she listened to the room that they were currently sitting in as she pondered her next set of movements. Leave or try to continue this conversation that might benefit her the most. Indeed, Black was more business than she was with something that wasted her time. Time was Mizas and information, if she wasn't out there gathering either Mizas or information, she was most certainly, loosing those Mizas and information to some other thief or information broker.

The young woman had finally decided that it would probably benefit her more to leave, she didn't trust this male and she most certainly did not know whether the two kelvics were acting together. The female rarely kept friends, those that did surround her, were those that she used as informants. How she had come across the informants that she had, were under different circumstances. Some because she had stolen off them and she had made a deal with them to return the items she had stolen from them, so long as they gave her information in return. She had gain another informant through giving information to them, in order to gain more information from them in return. The last informant that she had gained, was through an accident and a few key domino events of sorts. Although she did need more informants, now was not the time to go around acting brash. Caution is a thief's best friend, especially when one would prefer to live, rather than die.

Drawing in another breath to feel the oxygen expand her lungs, it was most definitely a nervous reaction when she was beginning to feel that the events at hand were beginning to become too unpredictable. There were too many variables and she finally nodded her head, she knew what she had to do, she just had to put it into play. Black silently pulled out an apple from the pocket of her pants, turned it around a couple of times within her hands, before she bit into it, chewing as her gaze turned to view the male. A couple of chimes later, she swallowed and began to speak. "I don't trust those that say one thing but indicate another thing. She angled her head in the direction of the strange female, "I don't personally know whether you two know each other, but I'm a cautious woman. So now, I shall take my leave." She said, pausing only long enough to stand up, take another bite from her apple and then she turned her back to the table making her way through the crowd towards the door.
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[Seran]

"Black," the woman said curtly. Seran wondered at this name, but he set the fact aside for later contemplation. She seemed to be deep in thought, at least her passive expression was carefully kept. Seran's father had once told him, "It's not when a person is suspicious, but rather when they're trying not to be suspicious that you should suspect them." After a pregnant moment, she took out an apple and bit into it. A thought started to form in Seran's mind, as he watched her. "I don't trust those that say one thing but indicate another thing." Seran cursed himself instantly tearing his hand from his sword hilt. Black tilted her head to another person seated nearby, whom he'd barely noticed. Damn! I should've been more attentive! "I don't personally know whether you two know each other, but I'm a cautious woman. So now, I shall take my leave." Seran began to panic, after all this was his first and quite possibly only ally. Unbuckling his sword in its scabbard, he stood up to follow her as she departed. Think back, look at the entire situation from afar, like a falcon. She materialized at the table, so she's clearly very agile. She has long black hair, somewhat wild and untamed. Not to mention she's very nervous around people... By Laviku, she's a kelvic! This realization only made him realize how much more important it was to not lose her. Seran's father could tell him little of who he was, except the very basic details known about his race. This "Black" might know other kelvics, she could even teach him things he didn't know about himself! That settles it, he thought stubbornly, I will not let Black get away! Knocking the chairs that blocked his path aside, he dashed forward. Before he dove into the crowd however he turned to stare at the cause of Black's panic. Well, one of the causes. This new individual was a muscled female with a sturdy gaze, and she was not surprisingly, taller than him. Something about her made him want to trust her, even at first glance. Trust however, was not something he was on great terms with at the moment. Rage made him stare daggers at her, and he made a rude gesture at her before jumping into the sea of people. He had recognized Black's stealthy capabilities when they first met and Seran reasoned that his best chance at catching her, was to beat her to the door. Seran bunched up his shoulders, bent down slightly and hollered, "Get outta my way!" And saying so, he barrelled through the crowd uncaring as to whether they complied with his command. Something in his subconscious encouraged him to simply slip around, under or over these people, much like a flacon would avoid unhelpful air currents. Nevertheless, he felt angry and his rage drove him to the simplest solution; Run fast and hard, and hope everyone gets out of the way.

[Enthere]

"Black" Said the woman Kelvic, in reply to the mans friendly inquiry. A name not given lightly judging by her tone. But for all she knew the Kelvic sounded like this all the time. Enthere was fully listening to their conversation now, she didn't care how it made her look. If they noticed she would deal with the consequences. There was a distinct lull in their speech, which made her wonder if they had taken notice of her. She glanced back at them, not really worried that they would catch her looking, but only daring a glance. The woman had noticed her by now for sure, she was to sharp to miss Enthere's obvious eavesdropping. If the man had noticed her she couldn't tell. She wasn't up to anything nefarious. Even if she was spying on them. She didn't mean to be anything but friendly. She just needed to wait for a good time to slide over and introduce herself. She could handle people and animals most of the time, but even though these Kelvics were her same species she couldn't help but feel apprehensive. What if there was an entire social side of being a Kelvic she'd never learned? "I don't trust those that say one thing but indicate another thing." She heard Black say, then pause. "I don't personally know whether you two know each other. But I'm a cautious woman. So now. I Shall take my leave." That was a surprising turn of events. She thinks I'm with that other Kelvic? That means...she must already know I'm a Kelvic, am I that obvious? The woman stood and walked purposefully away from the table. The other Kelvic stood to follow her, and Enthere didn't fail to notice the sword he carried. I wonder if he knows how to use it. She thought. It wouldn't be a good idea to get on his bad side, or the other Kelvic's. He scrambled after the dark Black, knocking over several chairs and creating general havoc. He paused only a moment to make unkind gestures at Enthere, but she wasn't phased. As he plunged back into the crowd, shouting for them to make way for him, Enthere followed, easily slipping through his wake. Drunk sailors and confused bar maids were unsubstantial obstacles for her. It might be dangerous to pursue them. But now...Now she needed to know more. She had made it her goal to live among humans. She was tantalized by the prospect that there might be more options. She might have a choice. "Wait!" She called, dashing over a table. Maybe she had made a mistake not introducing herself right off the first time. The male Kelvic wasn't too far ahead of her, but she'd lost Black in the crowd. She scanned for her, her gray eyes finally catching her near the door. She's good at blending in. Much better than I am. Though her wilderness skills were excellent, a life on the road never left much time for city evanescence, her only hope had always been to stick to a crowd or stand out like a sore thumb. It helped that the male Kelvic she was following had already made a scene, most eyes weren't on Enthere as she trailed him.

[Black Onyx]

Black's brown hues seemed to fill with what appeared to be excitement as she weaved in and out of the people within 'the Grotto.' She paused for a moment by the door, her gaze drifting back over her shoulder as loud words caught her ear. Words like, "Get outta my way!" and "Wait!" soon followed her through the crowd of people. It sounded like the male kelvic was most definitely making a scene, curses was flung at the male, drinks were spilled and rowdy conversation interrupted by someone who would rather barrel their way through a crowd than flow with them. She lifted the green apple, that she still held, up to her red lips so then she could take another bite of that sweet fruit. She caught sight of the female kelvic, their eyes locking briefly before the stranger turned her gaze back to the plundering male. Really, how could he expect to get anywhere with being a such brute? She chuckled to herself as she turned to exit the door of 'the Grotto.' He kind of reminded her of the thugs in East street, they preferred brawn over actually being some what pleasant to those around them. It made them more enemies than it did allies.

It was then that the morning sun washed over her form and a sigh of relief settled upon her lips, she was finally free of that cluttered room. It still amazed her as to how it got like that. Her gaze drifted around the street for a moment, for she was not too worried about the male catching up to her any time soon. Besides, her plan had worked out perfectly and all she had to do, was say a couple of words and walk away. The two had gotten up, out of their chairs and began to follow her out, although, Black still hadn't worked out whether the female kelvic was with the other one or not. Maybe, she just might find out sooner rather than later, for she wasn't going anywhere for the minute and as the two inside wrestled their way towards the door of the building, she made her way over towards the two horses currently tied up outside and she bit into her apple once more. She lifted a hand to gently settle upon the mixed breed's face, gently moving upwards to rub around the poor creature's ears. A smile curved her lips as the male horse began to rub his head against her hand in appreciation. She then slipped her hand under the beast's cheekbone and she leaned forwards to draw in his scent before gently blowing into his nostrils, a simple greeting amongst equines, it was how they said hello and he returned the gesture.

Looking at the half eaten apple in her hand, she then glanced back at the mixed breed horse, he seemed to be more agitated then the dun coloured horse that was standing patiently beside him and Black willingly surrendered what was left of her apple to the poor beast and he took it rather greedily. She then slipped around to the side of the dun coloured horse, rubbing her hands along the side of its neck. She then moved back towards its rump and her fingers furiously began to scratch at its rump and the beast was more than happy to lean into this. Black, had found when she had shifted into her horse form and when her parents had still been alive, that she really enjoyed a good scratch on the rump. Ever since then, she didn't mind giving a horse a good scratch upon the rump, for they seemed to enjoy it. A good rub behind the ears didn't hurt either. Black didn't know whose horses these were but she then pulled her fingers away from its rump and made her way back to the heads of the horses. She figured, that by now, at any point, the two kelvics inside would come bursting through the doors and she turned her attention back to the mixed breed. It had managed to eat half of what had been left, so she ducked under the rail and picked up what was left, opened her palm and held it out for the equine. The beast gladly chomped down on what was left of the apple..
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[Seran]

Seran cursed loudly as the umpteenth tankard of ale splattered on him. Things were not going as planned. He'd quickly begun to realize that his was not the path of the brute or if so, he was exceedingly bad at it. Still, he caught a glimpse of Black at the door so evidently his plan had failed in any event. His clothes were ruined, he was out of breath and he could feel the burning gaze of at least a dozen unhappy patrons glaring down on him. It was most certainly an opportune time to switch tactics. The Grotto was still extremely busy but he was nearly at the door, and so he politely excused himself as he passed by a myriad of patrons. Casting a glance back, he spotted the eavesdropping woman from earlier and he hastened his pace fractionally. A particularly aged gentlemen staggered past with a goofy grin plastered on his face and Seran tapped his foot impatiently. Eventually after what seemed like an age, the senior was out of the way and Seran burst out into the open air. He sighed profoundly and shook his damp ale-soaked clothes. Perhaps I should just abandon this foolish pursuit... He thought tiredly, And I suspect I would, if she weren't a kelvic. Save that one fact it would be wiser for me to simply seek other company! Seran glanced to the side expecting to see Sol waiting where he'd left him. A strangled gasp caught in his throat, as he watched in amazement. Black was scratching Sol's rump! Seran took a step forward but then hesitated, as he recalled but moments before how withdrawn she'd been. He paused a moment, then composed himself. From what I gather, she's not the most honest individual. The best way to approach her would surely be to offer some sort of incentive. He watched silently as she fed Sol the remains of an apple shared with another beast tied nearby. A kelvic like myself is usually withdrawn and tends to run from threats, similar to their animal counterpart. I suppose I ought to make myself as non-threatening as possible. A wicked grin hit his face as a potential idea lit up in his mind. Yeah, non-threatening... Growing up Seran was raised the way most sailors' sons are, with taciturn affection and hard learned lessons. A cool day in the spring of his first year, at the human equivalent of seven he learned one such lesson. His father Edward took him sailing. To summarize one of the most eventful days of that spring, Seran never shirked on evening exercises. This had resulted in a small but taut figure, and he was pleased with his own muscles. And that was why he maintained the wicked grin on his face when he approached Black. He had abandoned his drenched shirt but mercifully kept his trousers on to avoid complete alarm. He tossed his sword at her feet and with a confidant bow, he greeted her once more. Seran tried to catch the light on his shining skin and leaned against the post that the horses were bound to. "I think we had a misunderstanding, I should have made my intentions clearer." His mind sobered and he straightened himself and looked into her face with genuine honesty. "I-," he faltered and took a breath, bad memories flooding back to him. "I lost my father a short while ago, and he was never able to answer my questions about myself. However, you're the first person I've met who I strongly suspect is a kelvic." He pointed at his sword which lay at their feet, "I'm surprised you were so scared of that, since to tell you the truth I'd sooner stab myself with it than actually fight someone." Seran looked down and shook his head wearily, "I apologize for any fright I may have caused you, I just need a little help." He peeked at Black through his locks of brown-white hair. He was a damned fool! He couldn't blame her if she walked away without another word to him. Ever since that horrible, terrible day, he'd felt so very lost. Most poignantly, he'd felt an increasing urge to find someone. He had no idea whom, only that in his heart he felt that finding this person would be the happiest moment of his life. Of course, he told nobody of these urges and now in the presence of this kelvic, the memory stabbed back into his mind. And he finally lifted his head slightly to gaze at the sea. Its deep blue expanses promised a freedom unlike any other, where Seran would be free from all these complicated emotions. His inner falcon beckoned almost impossibly strong, for him to simply fly high into the sky and be one with the wind. "Black, I can fly." His wistful mood, coupled with the melancholic memory of his father had made him uncaring as to who knew his secret. "I can fly higher than the tallest of mountains, and right now I think I'd rather be with the stars than the people down here." He sighed heavily, and slumped to the ground.