After arriving in this part of the world, via a rather more unpopulated region of forest, Elrodan had made for what many did would be the best place to find answers to where he was and where home was by comparison. His wings were feeling better but he could still barely manage to take off let alone fly. As such, jos journey has felt long, slow, and very sore on his feet.

At last he'd made town. Now what. This just seemed to be a load of houses. The people around him seemed to ignore him or K at him like a freak. Mostly though they didn't notice and he had to constantly dodge outof the way of legs swinging his way, some less successful and bundled him to the ground time and again. "Hey! Look out will ya!" 

Zendrix made his way from the market district towards the housing district in Sol city early in the morning as the streets began filling with bustling ongoers begging to start their day. It was a rather cool morning, overcast, with the sun quivering behind hanging clouds, the rain from the night before had filled the air with smells of fresh dew. "Where are the training grounds?" He thought as he shuffled through the ongoing traffic, his eyes fixed on the sky as he took in the morning air. He was never great with timing, but he was even worse when it came to following directions, seemingly always getting lost. Upon making a right he found himself in a new district, one that felt more residential and was littered in large houses and mansions. He took a moment to marvel over the fine homes, recalling the marble stone palaces depicted in his journal about his homeland. "Where do I Get me one of those" he called out before bursting out into a loud laugh that echoed throughout the district. Those who were not aware of the large elf's presence, rattled by the booming seemingly menacing laughter. 

 The tall young elf wore a sleeveless kimono vest, that rested open against his torso, revealing his broad frame. As he walked through, many spectators stopped to stare at the exotic looking elf, while women fawned over his aesthetically pleasing features, some men turned their heads and spit in disgust. Taking a moment to bask in the one architecture of the city, Zendrix found himself leaning agains a wall, admiring he scene before him. Retrieving a small flask from his kimono, he began to enjoy the scenic transition into the working morning, every swig was a moment frozen in time, as he admired the business of the middle class. He found the interactions between individuals pleasing and comical, chuckling to himself from time to time as people shoved, yelled, and cried their goodbyes to one another. In the midst of the traffic, Zendrix almost missed the tiny figure seemingly buried beneath the passing leads of the townsfolk, if not for the squeaky shout from the source. Focusing his gaze into the middle of the crowd, he managed to make out a small fairy like individual struggling to make his way through. Zendrix found this encounter incredibly entertaining as he broke out in laughter once again, loud enough to send nearby pedestrians scattering. 

 

The loud laugh caused a wave of legs scuffling his way. A prison of legs formed around him, compacting his predicament and renewing the pain in his wings. Accursed ignorant big folk! The sudden enclosure starts to give way as people shuffle and dance around one another, generally away from the elf at the root of the reason. This at least offers a clear area which Elrodan nips into. He hadn't been aware of the elf as the cause of the sudden commotion but now on seeing him, it did rather make sense.

"Was that you laughing? It was rather loud. What were you laughing at? Why are you not walking about? Do you live there? Nice place." he days looking past the elf to the building behind, then continues his approach, looking to get clear from any wannabe trampling person. 'I hope this one isn't looking to be a god too. Even if he is loud and proud enough to be one'. 

Zendrix looked over the fumbling fairy amused as the small man whizzed through human traffic while hanging on for dear life. A wide grin drew across the elf's face as the fairy made his way to him. "Fairy folk, huh?" It wasn't his first time meeting a fairy, on his long voyages at sea he had often come across a number of different races across the world. It was however odd to find one flying about a busy city district. This one especially, had already amused Zendrix, proving interesting or at the very least comical to observe. He looked him over as he pushed passed him, speeding through his words quickly.

"Woah, woah, slow down there pal. Are you talking to me, pixie?" he chimed, chuckling gesturing with his hands for the man to slow down his pace before taking a swig from his flask. "I laugh at you little sprite." he responded warmly bending to a knee to get closer to the man. He turned is gaze to the house behind him before looking back at the fairy and smiling  "This old thing? I have seen huts that would make this dwelling look like rubble ! " He bursted out laughing again before patting himself off and walking in the same direction as the fairy. " No, it's a beautiful city. Its prosperity only motivates me further to ascend to greatness!" He claimed striking a slight superhuman like pose for a moment before continuing on their path. He didn't know where he was actually headed, but the alcohol had began to tickle his need to socialize with he city folk. " Is it common here for fairy folk to be flying around the middle of town? oh and by the way, what should I call you?"

As the elf bent down before him, Elrodan poken him in the forehead. "Not sprite! Not pixie! Mean elf. " as he says it, a small fire mote jumps out from its hiding space in a pouch and let's out a little crackle as a mouth appears and moves below two dark upset eyes. "Not like it here, not my fault wings are broken, you'd be crawling along getting kicked if your legs were broken." turns and continues to walk. 

'Another Godling, what is this place? Does everyone here want such power and greatness.' he looks over at a few peasants walking the street, 'surely not, or at least, just to be out from their tedium'.

"What greatness are you heading towards? Will you find it here? Are you following me? Is that water?" he rattles off as he tries to walk down the street though glad that with the elf besides him there are less people kicking in his direction.

"My name is Elrodan, what's yours? You seem to have seen fairies before, or I don't seem to surprise you with my appearance. You don't happen to know where Pelegrithia is do you? It's a very long way away it seems. Can you walk in a straight line please?" he says, trying to dodge a wayward step from the elf. 

Zendrix let out another chuckle as the tiny man poked his forward, tickling him in the process, he waved the fairy away from his faces, sticking his tongue out to tease him. His eyes widen, taking the shape of heart eyes in awe at the sight of the small fire mote that had crawled out from the fairies pouch and bounced around the ground. He stuck a finger out at the fire hoping to get the fiery creature to shake it, or even hold it before looking at the fairy once more. "And who are you, you little fireball!" as he cooed like a baby a the fire mote. What a mysterious little guy he thought curiously listening to the fairies wailing over his recent bad luck. "Broken wings? That doesn't sound too good for a fairy. Why don't you go see a doctor or something? I don't think there are any fairy doctors in town but I could take you to my lions vet.... I mean he's not much of an animal doctor really... but he stitched me and Apollo up real good the last time we wrestled a bit too wildly." Zendrix had visited the doc along with his pet lion Apollo, several weeks ago after some roughhousing. The shady doctor had tended to the horses and other animals around the city, and had caught Zen's attention after hearing that the self proclaimed doctor accepted booze as a form of payment. He flashed the fairy a wide smile as they walked, he had wondered about the events that led to the seemingly lost fairies arrival to the city and what had led to the broken wing but didn't want to pry, the fairy had seemed his fair share of misfortune.

"Chin up little guy, the city is a beautiful place, you just have to get familiar with it you know? I get lost out here all the time." He spun his arms waving around as he took in the scenery before him, ignoring the sprites pleads to walk in a straight line. "The world looks big but it has a way of seeming so small at times, and vice versa. Life is short but its also long! If my legs were broken, I would fly!" He laughed louder at his absurd philosophy, the alcohol lifting his spirits as high as his imagination had soared as he pictured himself flying over the city. 
"You're looking at a future monarch, little sprite. Mark it down.... the day you met a King." He let out another deafening laugh before gulping down a long sip of his drink. "Such greatness cannot be attained here, but the journey..... the journey surely begins here! I smell it, don't you?" he responded, taking a moment to rejoice in the sweetness of his drink and basking in the aromas of the city before smacking his lips together. "Would you like a sip mate? It def has water but it can be a little too strong for someone as small as you." He teased hoping to pressure the fairy into drinking some of his alcohol. " You're a long ways from home Elrodan, what brought you out here anyway? I have been to the shores of Peligrithia once upon a time.... you fairy folk are lively ones aren't you. I partied there for 3 straight days.... man those were some good times.  The elf boasted before finding himself reminiscing of his time visiting the fairy tribes during his voyages at sea. 

"This is Sparky. I found him in a tree. He seems happy staying with me, or it seems so as I don't keep him bound." with that, he brings up the back of his hand which Sparky hovers above, taking the guidance over towards the hand of Zendrix. Sparky spits forth a tiny spark against the hand, doing little more than a grain of rice would do. As Elrodan drops his hand, Sparky floats there for a moment before returning to his favoured spot on Elrodan's left shoulder.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but I met a healer just out of town. She was really kind and only charged me 50 Solars for it. Wait? Did you say you have a lion? That's incredible! What's their name? Where are they? Can I meet them? I've only seen them at a distance. They are amazing creatures." he says placing a hand on the others calf. "Actually, if you want to guide me to a shop, I'd rather like to buy a flute if I can. Do you know anywhere I can find one?" he says with a look of glee.

"You will be a king? Are you a Prince then? Isn't that the only way you become a king? Will you be a king of this city... Area... Domain?" h says then sniffing the air. "No... I smell people, smelly people. Smell of flowers and trees, of fresh rain that's a smell of greatness. Freedom. Fun and love.".

Considers when his last drink was... "If I can, that'd be nice. I am a bit thirsty. A shame its been watered down though." he reaches up to take the drink and without smelling it or anything beyond swirling it around takes a big glug. Dropping the flask away, he coughs, then coughs again. "Hmm I think I prefer it when it's a bit more peaty. That... Had a certain character to it is for sure."

"Long way from home yes, it's not by choice. There was a big storm. A swirly tower of wind caught me and threw me around. Eventually I was knocked out and when I woke, I was falling towards... Hmm I think it was Kingswood. Not a bad place to be. I like trees. Though they're was a funny man. He said he was going to be a god. He had a very long name." wrinkles his nose. "Aal Alabaster Godling Basbastadad I'm pretty sure it was. Some say God determines who's a king. So do you know them? Oh but if you know where my home is you can help and tell me how to get back right?" he looks up at you with such a happy face, his hands come together fawning on the material by your knees. 

Zendrix eyes fell on the fire emote once agin, sparky” as the fairy would name him, with bewildered interest in his eyes. “Can I have him? Ill give you all my fortune?” He asked, knowing well he had no fortune to bargain with, but would not hesitate to “borrow” some if it meant he’d spend more time with eh ball of fire. Zendrix was always fond of small creatures, spending much of his childhood roaming with and befriending the creatures he had encountered both on land and sea. He had a fondness for animals, having felt connected to them and had often fell pray to the feral urges that dominated them. This small fire tote felt no different to the elf as it sprung and danced before them, spitting a small ember at him. Zendrix let out a short chuckle as he rubbed the flame bodies forehead gently, before pushing it over.

“Hm he goes by many names, Apollo, Helios, Neto, and sol… but most recently he’ll answer to just about anything you call him, as long as anyone but does the calling.” He smiled at the fairy, while his lion was staunchly loyal to him, he was not a fan of the elf heavy drinking and chose to stay hidden deep within the pocket dimension Zendrix kept him in. “I would, but he’d likely refuse to come out now anyway. Ill tell you what, next time were out of the busy city district, ill let you take him out for a walk.” He teased the fairy, gently nudging him with his foot as he walked. “50 solars? Seems like. Rip off, I got a full set of stitches and it only cost me a pint of ale” he laughed, pointing at the place beneath his armpit he was seemingly referring to. While the doctor that had worked on him proved shady, he had excellent bed manners and had done an incredible job on him. “A flute? Are you a bard?” Many of the fairies he had encountered had shared a love for music and song, could the fairy man be no different he thought. I believe in the market district nearby we could definitely find what you are looking for. How about we whistle a tune on our way there?” He asked, pretending to play a flute with his hands.
“ I guess you can call me a prince of sorts huh? Though not of the land, here even I am a stranger. I guess we have more in common than we thought, both long ways from home, and neither of us here by choice.” He let out a short sigh, not wanting to dive too much into details of his past, his nation, and his right to rule. His face was blanketed with emotions as sadness filled his eyes. As the fairy began to drink from his bottle the elf couldn’t help but laugh, his mood lifted once more. Returning to his orchestra he continued playing his imaginary flute as they walked.

“ It sure does have character. I wager you’ll get used to is if you have more. Sip , sip, just like this city and the people within, you juts have to get used to its sour taste, and you’ll fall for its charm, trust me, I have.” He looked to the high rise palace that hung over the city districts. There was an appeal to this city, from its architectural wonders to the free flow of its denizens, he enjoyed his time in sol.
“The gods mean nothing in this realm little one. They only laugh at the follies of man. At least that is what my master would tell me when I cursed the gods in the sky. I do not know which man seeks godhood but I pity him, for his dream will be harder to attain than the throne I seek….. ” He took a long sip, pondering about the ambitions of man. Something about the “god” they spoke of rang familiar. There had been many he had encountered on his journey that sought godly power, many who wished to ascend into divinity. While he knew some would eventually reach it, it was likely many found their dooms before it.
“I hope your friend attains the status he desires. I can’t say I have met him, though, I’ve not been known for my ability to remember faces, nor names for that matter… As for finding your way back, I had sailed there by ship via the dead seas, the route we would take would greatly diverge from that, and many leagues would be crossed inland. Though I am up for adventures little sprite, but the long will be long and unparalleled, it be best if we took our time to prepare for such a voyage."

Slightly surprised by the offer, Elrodan doesn't waste much time before admitting "He's with me by his own choice, he is besides by me with as much right to leave as you do. Though I don't know what I would do with lots of money. Is that why you have so much to offer? You don't know what to spend it on either?"

Then almost dancing with joy, "Oh can we? Can we?! If he can't be here now, I can wait.". The others back home would never believe that he'd met a lion in person, let alone walked one.

He then looks rather dejected for a moment. "I thought it was a good deal... Just... Until now that is. Still, I'd rather fly than the extra money". The smile returns to his face at he moves onto the flute topic. "Oh yes. Well, well enough for most, not sure about royalty though. And if you can get me as good a deal as you had with your surgery, for my flute and not what I had with my wings, then all the better. I'm not much good at whistling but I will try. Do you have a tune you know?"

'A king of.. Not land?' are his thoughts, confused as they are leading him to ask, "So you are a Prince of the sky? How did you get here if you do not fly? Even I cannot touch the clouds with and I have wings."

"Do you enjoy this? This drink, what is it? I almost fell like with enough of it anyone would feel like a king or god! Maybe that or one of the undead!" once finished he took anther sip and handed it back.

As the journey was described, he felt the overwhelming odds against his return, yet this man talked as if there was hope. Perhaps there was, but given as he said how long and arduous it would be, maybe hope laid with that stone all the more. If there were power to help a good, then there would be power to move him. "Yes, prepare we should".

Petting the fireball once more he nodded in agreement, having realized the fireball was nom easily object that could be bargained for, but a friend. He valued the bonds formed between man and beast, or in this instance man and fire. He had made many beast friends throughout his journey, wrestling and taming savage predators, and spending months in the wilds sleeping amongst them. His mind wandered back to meeting the small lion cub for the first time, the fiery cat staunchly protecting its dead mothers body , having been the only survivor of the blood bath that had orphaned him. It felt like centuries ago now as he compared the size of the baby cub he once held in his arms to the giant lion waiting for him back on his ship.
“Aye, sometimes a man grows bored and has nothing to spend it on. Sometimes he spends it too much, the struggle of existence. “ he joked, knowing well he spent most of his earned keep on food and alcohol. He rolled his eyes at the fairy who skipped in excitement over meeting the lion. Its true he could have summoned him here, and perhaps the lion would join them. Helios was a fan of attention and he got much of it from strangers. Summoning a lion to the middle of the city however could prove a stickier situation than he had hoped. “Perhaps once we leave the city walls then” he responded flicking at the air near the fairy as they walked.

He whistled an old elven song, one he didn’t expect the fairy to recognize unless he was a student of ancient elven lore. He hoped the fairy would play along or whistle if he could along with the melody of the smile tune. They walked gingerly for several moments to the rhythm of the melodic beat before stopping near the pathway leading to the cities other districts.
“No, I mean not of this land, A king to be but of a distant land far far away actually..” He gave him a short chuckle before a hiccup escaped him, his words slurring from the heavy drink. He hadn’t realized he had been mumbling his words, to the confusion of the fairy. “ Though I am to be a king of its entirety, skies and seas included. Though ill worry about how ill conquer each of them later, when the time calls for it.” He took another long swig of the drink the fairy handed back to him, before returning it to the small man ushering him to drink more. “Dont worry yourself of the content, just drink friend, and enjoy. I do, I enjoy it a lot though a good some honey and berry mead would also serve us right about now.” He smiled before wiping the excess liquid from his beard, looking over the fairy once more with glee. “Say, how about you and your fire friend join me on my ship. I might not be able tot take you all the way home but Im sure I can get you closer.

As Zendrix gives a further petting to Sparky, it zips over the back of his hand and round the arm of Zen before finishing at his shoulder. Rotating in the air so it's upside down, although the flames don't defy gravity, the small black eyes reveal it's movement. Once it's spun a full 360, watching Zen trying to focus on him so close while slightly inebriated, it then flies with full speed back to the shoulder of Elrodan.

Elrodan nods sagely, "I can imagine, now my wings are healed, once I get a flute, I don't know what I'll spend this coin on besides provisions.(OOC I need moooooore money, much to buy) Oh yes, perhaps that would be better than in a city. People may not take to it as nicely as I would. Ooo! Ooo! I could get some meat, then when we're out of the city and you summon up Helios, and I can feed him, and that way hopefully he won't try and eat me.".

He recognised the tune but couldn't put his fingers to the words. 'Those elves were always keen to share their own music over ours'. He tries to whistle along for a bit, his memories tugging at the words to the song. Then it comes to him, or at least something does and starts singing mid tune. "O menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, si nef aearon!"

"Oh... well.. I guess being a king of all of it is better. So what are you doing here? Why wouldn't you be preparing or ...princing about?" he asks before happily taking the drink and stopping in his tracks to drink a large draft, before wobbling to hand it back. "I know the secret to this srink, keep driinking and the... taste only hits on the first bit and then yoo get the, the flavourr. Risht?" He waves the drink back up at Zendrix. "Hunney and berri wold be good. I like sweeet food. Floot and food. Then boat...then home."

OOC: ME TOO! Spare some change for mr broke please.

Zendrix watched cheerfully as the spark of flame ran up his arm and unto his shoulder. He watched closely, waving his body playfully as the sprite danced across his body and back to his friend. He let out another booming laugh, slapping his knee in amusement as they walked.
“Oh im sure you’ll find ample merchants wiling to rid you of every little solar in your possession.” he answered, his eyes looking over the tiny fairy. He wondered just how much the fairy really had, having looked more homeless than he did, he wondered how the fairy earned a living. “I could always use a loan” he teased, as he gently nudged the fairy, taking the drink back and took another gulp, wiping away the excess liquor from his scruffy beard. “Just make sure you save enough for the long voyage back home little sprite.” he called out as the fairy spoke of Helios. His mind wandered, thinking about the lion who he assumed was playfully awaiting his arrival on the ship. “I think that could work… though I can’t promise he won’t try t eat you. He has a habit of playing with his food… I mean playing roughly with strangers… but he usually goes after bigger prey, so I dont think you need to worry too much. “ he quipped, chuckling as he pictured the dawn lion chasing and attempting to swallow the fairy man.

As they walked to his gentle whistle Zendrix brow raised as he heard the fairy attempt to sing along with the elven tune. To the elf’s surprise the little man was vaguely familiar with the tune, Zendrix making out several of the mispronounced words as he sang along. Shocked at the reveal he flashed the fairy a wide smile before applauding his attempt. “You’re just full of surprises little one! Where did you learn such a tune?” He asked curiously, amazed by the rendition of one of his favorite childhood songs. It had been years since he heard the ancient tongue and ages since he had last heard the fabled nursery rhymes. His mind began to drift towards thoughts of his childhood.

He thinks of the bag of coins at his hip. It's gentle bounce hiding a tiny chink as he walks. "Merchants I'm sure would take my money, but what would they sell me? Hmm, loan eh... What would that be like? How much and wouldn't it really just be buying your services to return home? You say that'll need a lot of money. Then I need to get money too... How much do you think it'll cost?"

'Great! Something else that will potentially kill and or eat me!' he gives a sigh. The meat option should at least take any initial hunger away.

"The elves of home, though, it has been a long time since I heard it. I'm not sure if it was the one you intended it to be or happened to be reworded in a similar tune? Sorry if it was so wrong." slowly stroking his chin before looking at the legs before him ready to dodge yet more. 

“They’ll sell you just about everything off their mothers back if you’d have them,” he joked as he imagined the fairy swindled in the market streets of sol. He chuckled at the fairies naive response to the mans request of a loan, realizing the fairy would be easy pickings to any would be hustlers lurking the merchant districts. “No, no I only jest.. You should avoid lending money to any who would openly ask for one, especially strangers… As for voyage forward, I won’t take your coin little sprite, rest easy. Although I can’t say you won’t have your fair share of chores once were aboard the ship.. My sworn- , I mean shipwright won’t tolerate idle hands while she’s on watch.. unless you’re the captain of course.” He giggled as he thought of his sworn sword nagging and ordering the men on board restlessly. A sly smile grew over his face as he thought about the chores she had assigned to him, that he’d soon be delegating to the fairy. Great… at least I won’t have to hear her barks over the unwashed dishes... A captain shouldn't have chores!  He chuckled along, wondering how his shipmates would react to having a fairy onboard and rejoicing in shedding some of his tedious obligations.

“Well I recognized some bits and pieces, though im not sure the dialect of the elves you had encountered, I know it must be some rendition of a similar song ive heard in my youth. Though it has been quite some time since I last heard the jingle.. Are there many elves in your village?” He asked the fairy curiously as they moved about the narrow backstreets, wondering about the type of elves that had shared cultural folk knowledge with the fairies.

Elrodan is a little puzzled. "Why would the sell me things from on their mother's back? Wouldn't their mum be sore if they were doing that all of the time? I don't think I should buy anything from one who was using their mother that way."

"Oh work I can do. I used to help out s lot back home. Fly here. Heal them. Sing like that. I'm sure I'll be fine. As soon as I have my flute then, I guess we can go?" he replied though starting to puzzle at what jobs there could be on a ship. He'd never been on a boat before, some of the elves had, and there was plenty of songs they'd sing about sailing over it to their eternal life. Surely it couldn't be bad then if they sing such of it.

Then torn to the thoughts of the elves of the village he replies "A great many elves, the fairies are rather in the minority there. That's why they hold such sway. They have meetings with other tribes often enough so it's a nice mix that come in. I guess with so many it's easy for stories to get muddled."