As night falls

[Rolo Knotwise]

Rolo stepped through the gates. He had no home, very little money, and he was incredibly tired. His head was spinning, with each step he felt like he was walking downward. He needed to sit down. His little vision clouded up as his head seered with an even more cutting pain. He collapsed face first. His head rushed. The blood went to his feet and his eyes rolled back. His mind turned off. He was too tired, he was too sick, he couldn't maintain a steady mental standing. He rolled onto his back moaning.

He saw himself, years later, sitting in his hole and reading. It looked as if nothing exciting had ever happened in his life, the graying fur and skinnied at the wrists. A pitiful run-of-the-mill mottera. But no, that couldn't be him, he had always been on the edge and searching for excitement. But what excitement was found in digging all day. Had he really wasted his whole life. Another flash of pain and the vision left. He groaned again. His flexing claws scratched at the road as his mind went, again, into a state of neutrality. Another vision flashed before him, years went by. He stood, strong, proud, well clothed against the full moon. He moved, swiftly and powerfully his muscles rippling underneath his skin. His stride was as if he had eyes, as if he wasn't feeling around and fumbling over the various obstacles. He had been steadied over years of practice and experience. Another flash of pain, the vision ended.

His eyes strained open then blacked out again, knocked out cold.

[Rynelle Vrynlawryn]

It had been a very hard day at work. There had been so many customers! So much to do and organize and count and fold and mend and just bleh! It had been far too much work but she had enjoyed it ok not all of it she enjoyed some of it and that made the rest worth it. Soon she would be getting trained as well and she couldn't wait till she was designing and making the clothing instead of just folding it.

Yet even though she was tired she didn't want to just go home so she flew about the city she was getting used to. She had come to the desigion that it wasn't as nice as Vers and the amount of crime was baffling. So she stuck to the main roads and flew high above everyone to avoid being blown off coarse or hit or something. She traveled along the main stretch of road which lead near the gates. Just when she thought she may go home she saw the most peculiar thing.

A strange looking creatue was hobbling down the road. Actually, it was just barely doing that before it collasped. Rynelle gasped and flew down to Rolo before common sense kicked in. Who knows what this creature was or its intentions but Rynelle couldn't help herself. Between her curiosity and her need to help, she was destined to do what she was doing right now. Which was her fate to hover above the fallen creature.

"Are you ok!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. She didn't know what it was so she fluttered high above it so that it couldn't swipe at her. What if this thing tried to eat her? Oh my, suddenly, she didn't feel so confident....

[Rolo Knotwise]

Rolo turned onto his stomach groggily barely conscious now. His tongue ran dryly across his crusty lips. He pushed himself up weakly and managed to sit down. A high pitched yell came from above, he sniffed the air since his eyes could definately not see up there. It was not that close, and definately not on the ground. What was it? It wasn't a bird it was too clean. He placed his claws on his head and shook it, the blinding pain lessened. How long had he been laying there, hours? seconds? His flexed arms lifted him onto his feet. He swayed a bit and looked up where the tiny voice had come from. His temples pounded and his eyes were sore, " 'Ello theh." he said weakly still clearing his dry throat. "What be you? Friend or foe, eh?" he was just as sceptical as the invisible fae. Strange voices calling down to a blind man are scarcely welcomed. Although the voice seemed kindly the night was not a trusting time though it was Rolo's favorite part of the day. He pulled on the rope to tighten his pants that were sagging to the point a portion of his groin was visible. With the other claw he licked it and began cleaning himself a bit and combing out his soft velvet fur. He patted it down while waiting for an answer from the mysterious calling.

He swayed and blinked, he was not well at all. The soon he got rest the better.

[Rynelle Vrynlawryn]

Rynelle flew down to flutter a good length in front of him. "Friend I hope. You can't lay here in the street um..its just not a good idea." Her slight arms crossed in front of her chest as her delicate features went from a frown to an unsure ever crooked smile. This creature was so funny to look at.

"Would you like help finding a tavern?" She brushed her hands on the sides of her red and black corset top before they played with the waste line of her leggings. "My name is Rynelle by the way. What is yours?" Some of her blue locks blew into her line of sight and she quickly brushed them away as she looked over the rodenti. It was of a strange breed she had never seen before and she couldn't decide if he was cute or ugly or so ugly he was cute.

[Rolo Knotwise]

Rolo leaned back almost being thrown off balance before he managed to steady himself. He stared at the small creature fluttering before him. Ah, it was a fae, the loveliest of the air. His claw went to his head and ceased the rolling it was doing. He had almost collected himself. He yanked his pants a bit higher on his skinny waist then cleared his throat. "Ah, m'naum's Rolo Knotwise. Just arrived, y'see. P'haps i should rent a room, yes? If y'could be so kind as to direct me to the nearest tavern, yes, Ah would be greatful. His voice was slightly raspy but well mannered. His left knee shook as though it were about to buckle. He smiled a bit cleaned a bit of grunged behind his ears with his claw. He was not the prettiest to look at but what he lacked in appearance he made up in manners.

But the way his arms lay limp at his side occasionally flexing the claws could make one uneasy as to if his intentions were those of a good semaritan. After one more swaying loss of balance the Mole-like creature managed to maintain his footing and gain his balance once more with minimal head pain.