!!0HfFBwN///o 02/12/11(Sat)06:28 No.13873568|
(Time for a bit of writefagging here, since I've been inspired. I'm not amazing, but please feel free to enjoy and critique as you want.)
The world outside the caves is a very interesting place, and the people around are just as curious. For starters, their naming trends. In the caves I am known as he-who-see's-the-world, but outside my current travelling companions say that that title is too long for them, preferring to shorten it to "Kalak", half of one of those words in my native tongue. Such curious beings, who cannot simply sing their words together in harmony with their surroundings- but this, I find, is only the tip of a stalactite.
Another curious development would be a more personal one- walking. Such an odd yet exhilarating experience for me- in the caverns I would not, and still would not walk around- after all, the ground is littered with filth, beetles, and other creatures I'd rather not mention... but here? Here there is dirt, grass, mud- so many new textures to enjoy on the soles of my feet other than a perch, I wonder why my companions even wear shoes! Not to mention the actual act of walking, rather than flying to destinations, is so strange to behold. Honestly, I had never considered my legs that useful for anything but perching- so actually walking around such as the softskins do is new, to say the least.
So much stretching! At first I found myself struggling for balance a little, complaining to my companions as to why I couldn't fly around- apparently the villages we visit don't take kindly to such actions. Hopefully our diplomats will change their misguided views in time. There are also many types of walking, apparently- why, even today, our parties Bard taught me how to "strut"- amazing stuff! Apparently my wings make me look very impressive whilst doing it, so perhaps I should simply strut everywhere? The Orc barbarian thinks such a notion is silly, but then again I think walking is silly, so I'm not sure.