Tap Tap says the stick of a blind lutran (open, mod is optional)

[L'eau Deferlante]

Hour 12 of Orodisia of the first cycle of Ponutis, a few minutes after comming off the ferry.
In the Winter of Era X, in the age of the darkening.
Paradigm: Coronation of Queen Sharinya of the Fae Folk.

So this was Arios eh? L'eau couldn't tell if it was pretty or not, it sounded nice though, even above the tapping of her stick as she moved it around to check for any obstacles in her path. The lutran was used to her world of darkness by now, it had been this way since she was a small pup. She had never seen anything in her life, still she didn't pity herself, rather she enjoyed life for what it was. If there was one thing she had learned in the Lotholt that was that life was precious and not something to waste. So instead of wasting her life in Jaedaxia as a blind lutran unable to do anything with herself because of her handicap she had left the city of her birth and headed out on her own.

So now the blind L'eau was in Arios and without a clue as to where anything was or even where her house was, which was a shame really, she would enjoy listening to the local people and the ocean, perhaps she could even hear whales here. She enjoyed listening to people, it was her sense of sight but listening to whales was her all time favorite past time. Their songs were beautiful, perhaps some day she could weave notes together to match theirs but that was in the future, now L'eau needed to find out where some places where, finding her house would be good, although with these rumours she had heard of people not sleeping she wondered if it was even nessassary to keep the hovel, perhaps she should just sell it and use the crowns for future needs.

Stopping where she was L'eau swiveled her glossy fur covered head around to either side trying to pin point if anyone was approaching her, its not like a four foot tall Lutran was hard to miss, especially when she plunked herself in a road, well at least she hoped it was a road, wouldn't she look funny standing in a filed or forest or something trying to find some one to ask for directions.

[Tiarela Iceglitter]

Ahh, another sleepless night in the city. Things were beginning to actually not be so incredibally wierd to the faerie, whom had decided that the Eunesian isles were going to be 'home' for awhile. Arios always felt so refreshing, it was nice. Why couldn't all of the Empire be like this? Silly Empire.

Heading down the paths and around the forests, Tiarela hummed an old song from Fae'rel, taught to her by the elder folk that had been there when she was a little girl. Fae'rel, and consequently, her childhood, seemed to far away sometimes.. Now more than ever. The songs brought back fond memories, and, like all fae, Tiarela felt the longing to actually be able to reach her homeland tugging at her heart for a bit.. But it didn't silence her songs.

The fae stopped short though, the flutter of wings jerking and speeding up at what she saw next. There was a big.. Thing.. in the path! It was a Lutran, but how was Tiarela to know that? She hadn't ever seen one of these things in her entire life!.. Oooh but look at it's coat, it was so shiney and pretty.. but it had a Stick!

Tiarela clutched her little metal-capped staff tightly to her, readying it in her hands even though she wasn't too good at using it yet.. Fae weren't meant to fight, but Tiarela got a charge out of bopping big people.. and hey, it might help sometimes. Peering at the lutran and it's fellow staff, or guide stick - which it was (But Tia, unfortunately didn't know that), the little faerie hovered closer, slighty and a bit frightened.. but curiousity was overtaking her, drawing her into the danger. Oh, how horrible the fae's curiousity could be!
The little fae gave a cautious "Serale, There.." into the air, heavy with anticipation of this thing turning around, roaring and swallowing her whole before Tiarela could figure out what exactly was happening to her now.

She didn't know what helped her do it, but the little faerie found herself more words than originally intended. Perhaps the fear and the adrenaline rush had sparked false courage in the little thing, perhaps she was just being wreckless. Whatever the case, Tiarela found herself continuing to speak to L'eau...
"Are you new to Arios? You look a little.. uhm.. distraught." She struggled a bit with the big word, rather than just saying 'lost', a word Tiarela knew all too well. The only way to ever improve on her common was to practice and expand her vocabulary though, right?
So that's exactly what the little eleven inch fae was up to. That and finding false hope in the moment, and using it to speak to something she was rather sure was about to gobble her up and make Fae stew.

[Paul Tyndal]

"I'll teach you to kick me out of the tavern when I haven't passed out yet," Paul said, clutching at his aching head and looking away from the sun in anguish. He had a massive hangover, but he had expected to be able to sleep it off in the tavern, and possibly even make the morning aches go away with a little bit more fine beer.. but the two elven girls had different plans.

"Those two will be the bane of me," he thought, squinting up at the sun in an attempt to tell the time, but quickly putting his head back down as soon as the shots of pain coarsed through his head when they hit is fragile eyes. Paul muttered a few choice words, and continued walking, his head angled downward. "The first time I meet those two, I get shot with a magic ball that knocks me out for the night," he thought, still grumbling malcontently, "Next, I learn they can read minds only after I have already thought about them in not so nice a manner. And now.. ooh, now is the worst time of all! They throw me out of the bar to deal with this massive hangover without sleeping first! They will pay for their transgressions."

Suddenly, he ran headlong into another being who was standing in the middle of the road. He had not been looking where he had been going, so he could not avoid the person which he had not seen until it was too late. Falling onto his back, he coughed in the dust of the road, cursing violently at his fall. Standing up and brushing himself off, he began to take his anger out on the person that had been in his way, waving his arms demonstratively and shouting insults at the person who had stopped him so suddenly.

With all of his shouting and carrying on, however, his hangover got even worst, and he was soon forced to stop because of the pain that each outburst caused to shoot through his already pained head. Lowering his head in agony, he stopped shouting at the person who he had knocked over and then went off on.

Looking up slowly and cautiously, he saw that the person who he had been shouting at had a large stick. Assuming that he was about to be attacked with it, he drew his dagger and waved it about, saying that he was not afraid to defend himself. Laughing crazily, he carried on some more, but was once again finally forced to stop because of the pain. Hanging his head in defeat, he stood, waiting for whatever might come.