Jerkchicken
Xantara AradiaThe Elfheim had been surprised when she first met one of her kind. She did not know that there were others like her. People of nature, who were once one thing and were now something else. When she had first ventured into the places that person had come from, she was met and taken care of by others. She was informed of everything she needed, and took up a name of her own. Autumn. A season that the world ventures into once a year. It seemed like a nice name. Some had complaints about it, but she had already made her choice.
They had spent some time to get her used to actual interaction, having her practice with them as partners, but she nearly always spoke in such a way that normal conversation was impossible. Furthermore, her preferred occupation was...strange for their kind. Autumn wished to build. Not just to push walls together or craft wooden equipment and machines, but to work a forge, get close to flames and mold metal into a shape. Given what they were made of, it was dangerous...but Autumn wanted it. She had the knowledge of it, gained from the one that gave her feeling in the first place. She knew how to do it, and insisted on the practice.
It was only after they had suggested she use her knowledge to help others in a new land that she had gotten on a ship. The people were...different from the one she knew first. They were quiet and loud. Eager and awkward. Concerned and disinterested. They were not the same. She knew to expect that, but Autumn still felt uncomfortable around them. Of course, the feeling of a ship being tossed about wasn’t really good either. It didn’t help that it not only got worse, but proceeded to throw everyone to land. Autumn corrected her positioning when she finished skimming across the sand. After recovering, she looked up to find people singing to the injured captain, and a stranger walking into what was left of the seafaring vessel.
They had spent some time to get her used to actual interaction, having her practice with them as partners, but she nearly always spoke in such a way that normal conversation was impossible. Furthermore, her preferred occupation was...strange for their kind. Autumn wished to build. Not just to push walls together or craft wooden equipment and machines, but to work a forge, get close to flames and mold metal into a shape. Given what they were made of, it was dangerous...but Autumn wanted it. She had the knowledge of it, gained from the one that gave her feeling in the first place. She knew how to do it, and insisted on the practice.
It was only after they had suggested she use her knowledge to help others in a new land that she had gotten on a ship. The people were...different from the one she knew first. They were quiet and loud. Eager and awkward. Concerned and disinterested. They were not the same. She knew to expect that, but Autumn still felt uncomfortable around them. Of course, the feeling of a ship being tossed about wasn’t really good either. It didn’t help that it not only got worse, but proceeded to throw everyone to land. Autumn corrected her positioning when she finished skimming across the sand. After recovering, she looked up to find people singing to the injured captain, and a stranger walking into what was left of the seafaring vessel.
(NOTE: May be subject to change)