This Is Not Home

Aeron had arrived on Manta Carlos no more than an hour ago. It was his first time on a boat - he hated it. It was his first time out of the forest he grew up in, actually. The island was like a whole different world, more so for him than most people who arrived here. For the past seven years of his life, he had survived on what he could find by hunting and scavenging but it seemed that everyone else had machines that did the work for them. He once lived in a home, but even then, that was in the forest with no machines to do their bidding.

Fenrir stalked along side him, watching people as they walked past. The large warg was the only company Aeron had for most of his life and the sight of all these people in one place at once kind of scared the elf. He made sure to keep close to Fenrir, his bow hanging over his shoulder and his small dagger tucked into his torn grey pants.

@Fudge

Aeron jumped when a girl spoke to him. Her hair was a bright turquoise, as was her eyes - her pupilless eyes. There was something else strange about her: grey clouds swarmed above her head. He wasn't completely sure what she was saying but he guessed it was a compliment.

They both stopped as he turned to Fenrir and petted his side. "Thank you..." he said, though not sure what he was thanking her for. "This is Fenrir." His other hand moved behind him, just above the hilt of his dagger, just in case. He hadn't ever met people other than his parents, he didn't know what they were like and this girl had an angry feeling about her. Fenrir bowed his head to the girl, keeping his golden eyes fixed on her. "And I am Aeron Nightwing," he introduced.

Aeron bowed his head as she told him her name, still transfixed by the clouds above her. Maybe she was some sort of weather witch like from the stories his father had told him. If that were so, he had to be wary of her.
"Fenrir has been my friend for many years. We found eachother in the forest." He didn't like the term 'pet' much and neither did Fenrir.
Did she just call me a pet? Fenrir asked telepathically.
He replied, I'm sure she did not mean anything by it.

Looking down at his clothes and back at hers, he got the impression that he might need some new clothes. "I arrived not one hour ago and I do not have a need for shoes," he explained. The soles of his feet were hard and protected them as much as any footwear would

He presumed that a 'dorm' was some kind of living quarters. If that were so, he did not really want to go; he had not lived in anywhere but makeshift shelters in caves and the thicket in years, it was where he felt more at home. Both Fenrir and Aeron looked to each other before following the girl. He had no idea where he was going so it would be best to let her show him where to go. Meandering through the crowd of people was easier when you had a six foot warg by your side, people parting to let you through. Fenrir gave a low growl to any wanderer that got too close.

Aeron just stopped and stared as the wall of words came his way. He didn't pay much attention to Alex's rambling, just looking on as she spoke. She talks a lot, he telepathized to Fenrir. After no human interaction for years, this girl was a lot to handle. Not really knowing what she was babbling on about, Aeron followed her, the warg padding along beside him.

The only building he remembered being in was his shabby hut and there was definitely no building like that to be seen. The academy itself looked like a castle he had only seen in books his father would read to him. He had never seen a place so extravagent. Preoccupied by his surroundings, he didn't even notice Alex had gone until she came back and began to walk off again.

Aeron followed her through the jungle of buildings that stood sentinal in rows, Fenrir stopping every now and then to take in the new smells around him. After arriving at the shop, Aeron turned to Fenrir and place a hand on his chest. It is probably best if you wait here, he suggested. Taking Aeron's advice, the warg huffed and lay down near the door.

He didn't really know what he was looking for. He had worn the same tatty rags for years but now there was so much choice. Looking around at all that was on offer, he pulled a grey t-shirt off of a hanger and, after taking his own top off and hanging it in the place of the new top, put it on. It was way too big for him, coming down to his knees, yet he tucked it in and began to walk off around the store.