It was unbearably and incredibly hard to image the idea that he would be leaving the Brecilian Forest for the first time. With their travel coupe inching closer and closer to the very edge of his home, a surreal feeling pressed inside him and, if he were to be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure if he liked it. When he looked to Jaden to see how his friend had taken the idea that they were now recruited as Grey Wardens, he wasn’t necessarily surprised to see that he had been taking it fairly well. In fact, he would have been surprised if Jaden seemingly didn’t find the idea of being a Grey Warden appealing but despite that, he knew that the loss of the twinkle in Jaden’s eyes was as a result of being pressured into something that might have been too big for him. For the both of them.
Faer Arandil had finally come to the realization that this was actually going to happen. Before this, during the time when he was walking alongside -- he now realized he didn’t know this human’s name, the thought of leaving the Brecilian Forest hadn’t really been registered yet. In fact, he was still trying to get over the fact that he might never see his family again, the many friends, his father, the Keeper. At fifteen when his mother died, he hadn’t been able to accept the fact that she had passed until about five years ago, even while knowing the tradition that the Dalish don’t dwell on the past. Now that something so drastic and so life-changing had occurred, he didn’t know how long it would be before he could understand what was happening to him. This time though, he didn’t have the pressure of the Dalish tradition, as he was no longer Dalish.
His thoughts had been so involved with self pity that, for a second, he didn’t notice the woman who slowed her stride to match his. He wasn’t necessarily walking quickly, but neither slow, a general pace that would keep him at arms length of the future Wardens should anything else deemed unfortunate happen. He didn’t react to her first, but her beauty did strike him enough that she caught his interest, which seemingly was mutual judging from the way she was smiling at him now. When he tried to return that smile, it was faint and shy, perhaps a bit aloof even though he didn’t really want her to leave. Her demeanor was kind, but her appearance was a little intimidating.
She then spoke and Faer nearly skipped a step, startled by her sudden outburst. Normally, he would introduce himself in a conversation, doing the standard greeting for any race (in her case, humans require a handshake.) Her methods were a bit unorthodox though as she immediately dived in with a question, and Faer tried to answer as fast as he can without being too repulsing to her, “Um. Bears, yes.” It was all he could manage for the time being as he stopped to take a breath and gather his thoughts, “They’re not as frequent as...wolves.” The very subject he actually wanted to avoid because of his fear had somehow leaked onto his lips. Maybe, if she was intuitive enough, she would let the topic drop and come with a new one, she seemed good at abrupt changes.