Moonlight [closed]

Moonhigh was an excuse to head out into the wilds and soak in the only peaceful noises in existence: nature's cacophony. Whilst he flew under the starry overcast, his ears would pick up on something unusual to the general nightlife scenery. A song? It wasn't in the tongue he commonly knew, however. It was something else, almost tolerable. Curiosity lead him to check it out, only to find the sight of a blue-haired man with.. wings. Wings like his own! Blinking away the shock, Salvatore's fluttering wings would pitterpatter behind him as he neared, wondering if the appendages on the strangers back were real or of the cosplay variety.

Arthur

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They were.. real?

Salvatore lowered to the ground, until his feet softly brushed into the forest's padded undergrowth. His wings slowing till they stopped, albeit they remained outstretched unlike usual, evidence of his mental stimulation at this encounter.

"Ah.. ye."

His usual scowl wasn't in place, but perhaps it was because the man had his back turned to him -- or a mixture of shock, he didn't know. At the moment his commonplace misanthropy was thrown out the window.

"You're.. fae? Was that faeish you were singing in? Does a fae tribe live around here? Are you from it?" Unexpectedly, a large amount of words suddenly strung from him as he took a step forward.

Arthur

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"Oh.." As he moved to the front of the man, listening to him speak, his emerald gaze would fall to the slumbering fox in his lap. He didn't let his expression say it, but he was saddened by the response of the fae. It was the first time he had ever met his own kind, but.. it turned out he was.. just like him - detached from the faeish people..

Just like... His eyes caught sight of the man's necklace, one that was identical to his own. Were they related? According to the guy's vastly different appearance, he doubted it but, what did that mean?

"Your necklace, where did you get it?"

Arthur

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"Oh.." His hand absentmindedly felt toward his own necklace, one that was an exact replica save for the mildly different swirl pattern of the agate's stone. "I.. I have one that is identical. See?" He pointed, but realized, as he watched the man, that his eyes seemed a bit.. vacant.

He leaned forward, to stare at the man, "You don't see it, do you?" His proximity then was closer than you would get to someone normally, but he couldn't help his investigation of this fellow fae -- this had been a moment he had always hoped for, despite the impossibility of it.

Arthur

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The astonishment sketching into the bluettes veneer wasn't forced. It's naturalness telling Salvatore that he was just as clueless about their common item as he was. That was disappointing in itself, but Sal leaned to meet the man's touch, allowing him to investigate his necklace.

"I.. don't know. I was found as an infant in Basalt's market place with nothing but this necklace, a basket woven of flowers and a fur blanket." His eyes drifted to the man's glossy eyes, a solemn expression there but unseen. "If you don't live with our kind then I suspect the same was for you? Which means.. they must've left us on purpose."

He couldn't fathom why, but it was depressing. All he had ever wanted was to be with his own kind, but they had apparently left him -- and someone else -- intentionally. Had they been born wrong? This one was blind but, Sal didn't have any physical detriment. Maybe he hadn't been powerful enough?

The questions were endless.

Arthur

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"In a cauldron?" That was odd indeed. But, given his own existence, Sal knew the man hadn't been an odd alchemical creation at all. His deep green orbs trickled down toward the fox once more and for a fleeting moment, he desired to stroke it's fur as well, to comfort the unsettled feeling twisting in his stomach.

Instead he knelt to the ground, until his rump was upon it, and crossed is legs in front of him, an elbow resting on one knee as his head dropped to his propped palm. "Abducted? Taken away? Seems to me like the fae got rid of us."

His voice had returned to something akin to frustration; offended that his people had simply tossed him away like garbage.

"Maybe the inscription on these necklaces means 'trash, you keep it.'"

Arthur

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The way the man spoke and maintained himself reminded him of what he would expect a forest-raised Fairy to compose themselves as. It was startling to an extent; he didn't understand how someone could be so calm. Perhaps it was because he was blind and had never had to experience the gawking of mankind from his own difference to it. He wondered if had he been blind too, if he'd of been less angry.

He wanted to say 'speak for yourself, buddy-' but decided to shrug off the man's optimism. He may of been an asshole but, this was another fairy -- a blind one, even. Who was he to try and dissuade him from his light-heartedness?

"I.. yeah. I've hated every second if my life with man. I've always wished I had been raised by my own kind instead."

His voice went to a whisper, as if confessing such a thing made him less than.

Arthur

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