Nested inside the bijou bush was a cozy and small, seemingly one room shack. One side of the homestead was lit by the sun, crawling above the horizon through the trees from the east. While the air was still, faint noises rouse from the community through the timberland. The household, however, looked as though it was unmindful by the morning get-up-and-go. Stepping inside the premises would indeed heighten the nescientness, and probably wipe any cozy or neat thought that may have came to mind. It looked as though whatever the owner had was crammed fitfully into one room, books and whatnot were scattered here and there, the whole place needed a good dusting and so forth. Overhanging the small kitchen was another layer that took up the space in the ceiling, very open and looked pretty much like an oversized bunk bed with nothing yet in it. It gets better- with the lack of a bed, the "living room" is also a place to sleep. Sprawled out on the grimy white couch, with limbs hanging off this was and that, was a half deer, half human boy. There was some soft snorts now and then from his black-blotched nose. He was seemingly in sound sleep, until a lusty thump rattled the premises, and the faun jerked with his eyes snapped open. He lay there for several moments with his hand clutched onto a black pillow, and a he felt a burden weigh on his arms when he tried to raise his upper body. A groan of frustration and tiredness finally came from the faun, and he whipped his body around and onto the edge of the couch, where he placed a foot down and a hand on the coffee table to heave himself onto his feet. His brown hair was sticking this way and that, with his large ears drooping and eyes had large circle beneath them. The faun paused and searched through the blurry haze of his vision, and made a tremendous stretch before moving himself to the kitchen in pursuit of a mirror. His brown eyes squinted as he leaned on his arms that were placed on the counter. With a muffled moan-ish sound, the boy searched with his hand for a brush that he left in the kitchen and swiped his hair into something presentable, and splashed cold water onto his face with a squawk of surprise. He proceeded to stumble around the kitchen, managing to fix up a breakfast of a bagel and cream cheese with a tongue-burning cup of "Energizing Blend from David's Tea". He turned back to the couch and placed his meal on the coffee table, but his eyes flicked upwards when he caught a pale yellow gleam on the window. His brow furrowing with curiosity, he turned and headed to investigate. When his dark brown nose came poking to the mysterious window marking, his head snapped back when he found the nearly perfect representation of a fat, dust-covered quail that had slammed head first into the window at what looked to be a pretty dang good speed. His eyes stretched wider, and a smiled gaped open his jaws as he pushed his head forward to look at the mark again. You can nearly see every feather- oh my god! He thought and guffawed noisily, coming into sense that that was why his house nearly shook from that thump. As the faun swung around when his stomach growled for breakfast, pain snapped into his thigh like thunder and lightning as the arm of his large chair rammed into his huge thigh. A yowl broke the still air inside the house, and the boy coiled over and grasped his leg, hobbling towards the couch on nearly one hoof. His voice lurched again, and he just about toppled face first into the cushions with his leg still grasped. He dug his teeth into the material as the vicious stab of a charley horse refused to leave, and the faun gave out a frustrated and outraged yell.
"Damn it that stupid chair! Why would- Urgh!" He roared, and continued on like that, to nobody in particular, writhing with the pain and proceeded to mash his face into the couch. The rest of the morning continued very much like so.
Felix rubbed the last of the crust in his eye and continued for the front door. With his brown hair styled properly- well, not to say he didn't do much more then brush it and push it up- and his brown eyes a bit brighter, he carried on his back a green pack. It looked as though it was crammed with a few necessities, and when the door was swung open, it was clear Felix was off traveling again. He was met with a warm breeze, and a smile frosted his lips, until the sound of flopping paper came and whatever made the noise hit his legs. The faun looked down and picked up the paper, giving it a good shake in his hands to read the fine print pasted across.
Dear Citizen,
Within the magical energies that our islands lay, is classifications for each person. By our records, you have not registered your class with your council. Please come to the Capital Castle to register your class and thus be an attributing member of our islands.
Thank you,
Island Council
The faun's brow was raised with curiosity, and soon the memory of the different classes came back to mind. Felix groaned as he realized he'd forgotten to register his class, but moved into a little, dull, jingle as he rolled up the paper and stuffed it into his pack. With a sniff, the faun stepped off of his doorstep and into the wind. As his eyes drew to the swaying canopies, a grin coiled its way onto his lips that he couldn't suppress. He spun around and walked backwards, watching his shack wander away as he moved. His teeth slowly began to reveal under a growing smile. Felix whipped around and his long, furry legs began sprinting against the breeze. His eyes were round as he stared at the ever-in-bloom forest that was crested golden by the slowly rising sun, and his hooves clapped against the floor.
Felix bounded out of the Capital Castle's door, and his large ears were slightly twisted backwards. If that old man was any faster, I could have been on the first boat already. He thought, and his face flattened out, purely irked. SO. Hunter, eh? Sounds, splendid. The last word in his head was slurred out and very over exaggerated, but he really was excited for finally getting the class he'd thought of before now. It's just that... Pissy pants here didn't want an ancient geriatric who should have retired years ago to register him in. Yeah- looks like old fart here forgot his porridge this morning! Felix yelled sarcastically in his mind. With a groan, the satyr trudged off the premises and made his way for the docks. His hooves noisily clacked against the stone walkway, and the faun soon realized the stares he was collecting as he passed through town. Regardless, his eyes were still flat with annoyance, and when he caught the fourth cross glare of an elf-like child he kept his eyes on him and his lips peeled into a sarcastic smile, which was overly wide and skewedly showed his teeth. The kid whipped his head away, his eyes flicking back to Felix with a scarred look as he kept walking with his mother's hand clenched tightly. Felix's face dropped and he continued past, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.
The boy was sprinting wildly as he realized, when the dock came into view, the second boat was early. Way early. His eyes were as wide as two moons, and Felix nearly shouted with panic when he saw the last several people huddling around the entrance to the boat. His lungs seemed to clog up with rush and alarm, not just fatigue. Felix was at least fifteen feet away when the last person got on, and he nearly careened into the guard-like woman who held the door open. With mixed and muffled yelps, Felix flung his arms for a railing and braced himself out of her away and from the floor. Grasping the railing on the side with one hand, the faun stomped his leg forward and held out his other hand to stop himself from a face full of floor.
"Excuse me!" He heard a shrill, angry voice from behind, and Felix whipped to his hooves awkwardly to meet a furious face. Before she could do anything, he scrambled through his bag and pushed a few bills into her hands, oblivious to whether or not that payment was correct at the time, and tussled onto the boat with her hot gaze on his back.
The air had been growing cooler against his exposed skin, and Felix stuffed his small leather notebook into his bag. He walked towards the edge of the boat and leaned against the side, first noting the white and frothy clouds clustering far above. Then, through round eyes, Felix found the golden, red, and brown dappled island of Autunmei. He could have hopped over the edge of the boat with excitement, but the faun simmered the energy in his limbs as he gripped the edge with his fingers. A grin pushed up his face, and the rest of the way to the island was spent with his head hanging out the side of the boat.