Nothing Lasts Forever

Alarik walked along, lost in his own thoughts when suddenly a voice reached his ears. He came to a halt and looked around in surprise. Had he been daydreaming so much that he had missed the scent entirely? So it seemed; sure enough there was a woman standing several yards away. He looked over her briefly, she was smaller than he was, and her coloring was much darker. In fact, it was her coloring that intrigued him and had him staring for perhaps a moment too long. It was a deep brown that had reddish tones to it, complimenting her brilliant red eyes. He chuckled shyly, hoping to dispel the awkwardness that moment of silence brought along with it.

"Sorry, you caught me by surprise," he said softly. And you're beautiful, so I was speechless for a moment, the pathetically romantic part of him wanted to add. Luckily, the more sensible Alarik stopped the romantic Alarik from making a fool of himself. He smiled at the woman, whose name was Faine, and bowed his head in greeting. "Lovely to meet you, Faine," he said. "My name is Alarik."