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[Color=mediumpurple]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[Color=mediumpurple]Location:[/color] River Port
[Color=mediumpurple]Interaction:[/color] [@Alivefalling] "Vaeril"
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[Center][Url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/15/88/d6/1588d6e68d15b3eb81c4c038b5912b4e.jpg]Darius' Attire[/url][/center]

[Color=mediumpurple]"Hey have you seen…  a woman with white skin and long white hair… Like the color of snow!  She's this tall, so really short and she has red eyes and um…"[/color] Darius frowned as the badger demihuman shook his head.

[Color=tan]"Sorry fella. Haven't seen or heard of anyone with such a description… Skin like snow though? A well-dressed beauty with some really pale skin arrived with a elven noble recently, but she had dark hair, not white."[/color] The demihuman shrugged, knowing he was not much help.

[Color=mediumpurple]"I don't think that's her, but thanks anyway."[/color] Darius gave him a nod as he walked off. [Color=mediumpurple][i]I feel like I've asked half the town… Myra please be okay. No, we'll find each other. Like the first time.[/i][/color] Darius sighed. Today was starkly different from last night's festivities.

Upon arriving yesterday, he had hit the bar and told the locals his name was Orland Legolas, a man of adventure who traveled around Avalia experiencing everything it had to offer. It was quite easy due to those he had run into since arriving. He spoke of the frosty haired winter fairies and how he had narrowly survived traversing through Orc Landing, dancing with the Angel of Death, saving mermaids from slavers, and of course roasting the absolute hell out of his "own kind". No elf was safe. Of course the stories were very skewed. 

All the while, Vaeril was being Vaeril. 

Enduring a hangover was the least of his worries now. He hoped he would find Myra today, but perhaps he arrived here much too soon. [Color=mediumpurple][i]We'll find each other and then… I don't know.[/i][/color]

He made his way toward the south end of the port town where water touched sand. An actual beach. Not something that Malgormuun conjured up from some old memory or whatever Orc Landing had… Now that was definitely NOT a beach. 

[Color=mediumpurple][i]Well time for the second thing I planned on doing while I'm here.[/i][/color] He removed his jacket, leaving himself shirtless before placing it in the sand. Darius then moved close to the tide before going for a run along the beach. He let tide hit his boots as he tried to move at his natural speed despite the slight extra effort he exerted. [Color=mediumpurple][i]I can be subtle and not expose my magic… Come on. Just like the frog, take in the water and then control it.[/i][/color]  It took several minutes, but he was able to focus on using his magic the way he wanted. Despite his stride being a bit off, he was moving quite fast with soaked leather boots on sand.