Faerni

The soft patter of the rain having ended Faerni ventures out into the damp, overcast city. The slick stone is cold against her feet, as she makes her way past the tree in the residential district and towards the inn. Before reaching her destination her gaze is drawn to the message posted by Lucion. After a moment of examination she furrows her brow frowning slightly. " That sounds Icky ! Why does Lucion always have to be such a meanie !? First he took away my bed ! Now he says that if I keep picking flowers he will hurt me ! Where am I going to get flowers !? " Faerni sighs with frustration as she walks off, pausing a moment to examine her surrounding ensuring no-one else is watching before she deliberately stomps on a fresh blade of grass tearing it from the ground. She snickers to herself, bemused as she trots off. " Take that Lucion "

Faerni moves along through the city, an unusual sight but perhaps today she felt the urge to partake on a bit of an outing. The stone is cold and unusually hard against her bare feet, but the menagerie of never ending flowers and bright insects never fail to draw her attention from such matter. Upon looking up from a most dazzling butterfly, giggling as it alights from her finger, her eyes set on an image she has not seen in some time. Her face lights up, a soft gasp escapes her mouth forming into an excited shriek as a single cry filling her thoughts though taking moment to escape her mouth. "FUZZY !" Her high pitched squeal reverberates off of the towers of the city, momentarily drawing the attention of the three as she flies forward toward the Kha, failing to notice Dio, and forgetting to scowl at Lucion. It is only by sheer luck that she feel the soft tug at the back of her mind, slowing her a few steps before the Kha. Her memory reminds: " Ask before you touch " in defiance of herself she stomps her foot looking utterly pitiful, and of course failing to notice the strange looks directed at her from those around her. " But I REALLY REALLY want to pet her ! She looks so soft ! " Faerni gasps as a realization takes hold of her, maybe she could pet this " Creature " after all. Perhaps , ah yes she had that fish in her bag. Faenri casts her bag onto the stone, inverting it and rifling through the contents spilled across the stone. Had she paid more attention she would have realized at least three sets of eyes, were looking her with increasing confusion. Finally she finds the fish, not a day old, and lifting it high above her head she squeals in triumph. She promptly turns to present the fish to the Kha holding it gingerly with open palms. Her excitement bubbles out in the exuberant words " Here is a fish ! Can I pet you, you look so soft ! "

Faerni pours over the board with unrestrained wonder. She had never seen so many pages pinned in one place. The soft rustle they made, so very similar to the whisper of fallen leaves, oh how it filled her with such delight ! A giggle escapes her mouth before she sets upon the entrapped leaflets. Her eyes are wide her hands frantically touching everything, skimming through them at a break neck pace. She steps back the gentle meandering breeze taking hold of a sheet, and after a brief flapping, engulfs the rests of the pages. The sound of whispers waiting to be heard. Faerni frowns slightly " Why are there no pictures, pictures make everything better ... " The thought still holds her attention as the wind liberates a few alabaster strands, the silvery threads waving gently in the soft breeze. Their freedom is short lived as an absent minded hand returns them to their proper place. Her eye catches the above document, the violet focuses as she rushes forward, flattening it out. " Why are there so many notes attached to this ? They are so Flappy ! " A smile illuminates her face as she let's out another unrestrained giggle. Her attention once again returns to the page and she, after a period of time finishes reading the notice and all attached documents. She thinks for a bit before announcing out loud. " I Should vote for seth ! " though she immediately reconsiders the notion and ponders as she bites her lip "What about Yuln ? I have two votes ! But Vuln was nice to me, and I don't want to make people feel left out ... two is too few I'll vote for everyone !" Content with her decision she lays down to begin writing. She removes a quill and a small ink bottle from a sack, having been flung to the ground, sits dejectedly on the stone of the street. She begins writing having to in more than one instance strike through a word. She holds up the small note in triumph posting it to the board as the rest before her have done . I vte vote for Seth, and for Yuln and for Vuln and for Art Seth Yuln Vuln Arthane Everyone, but I don't vote for Lucion, he is a meany. ~ Faerni ~ Faerni pins the note onto the document clasping her hands together in delight, and bringing them close to her chest. She let's out a small gasp and quickly pens in This needs more pictures She smiles brightly before gathering her belongings and scurrying away. A particularly strong gust of wind uplifts the page from its imprisonment and sends it floating to the ground, as the gusts continue the paper sails across the city, fetching up in a corner of the book shop.