[h3][i]Seles Town[/I][/h3]

Faeri heard her words. He even let them sink in but at the end of it all, he found them to be just that... words. Perhaps she had experienced sadness or pain, some sort of torture. Maybe she had but none of that could compare to his own. And that was made true by her own lips. She had a mother and a brother; [i]he[/i] had no one. Not a single soul to call friend or family. 

Faeri sighed a angry, desperate breath. 

[I]Now I'll have to remember that name again,[/I] he mumbled in defeat. [I]I despise that name. Its like bee-stings on my tongue.[/I] 

Another sigh fell from him as he swept up his gnarled staff, pulled his hood ever deeper over his head, and started off to find ally or corner to sleep on. Shadows lined his sights now, obscured by the thin, woven, obstruction that was his hood. The material that his cloak was made out of was, horribly irritable, but it kept--what he realized now--him alive. Kept his ire towards the human just on the surface. Most of them knew he was not to be trifled with. Most of them was not all though. 

His thoughts went to the select few that braved his words at stage. 

[I]They too will know.[/I] A grimaced scratched his fair features as he fell in with the leaving crowd.  

[b]"I wish I hadn't remembered that name..."[/b] he whispered, feeling a surge of buried emotions bubbling inside; tears threatened to fall but he held all but one back.