Where but not How

[REOR]

Here I was walking along a trail when this crazy voice started and interrupted my thinking. “So you want to know about The Gifted Academy?” Immediately I opened my eyes and turned toward the voice. It was an old lady, held up by only a stick. “Ha, ha, ha, you sure are a funny one. And here I thought all fairies had wings! But really if you want to get to the Twilight Moon Academy you have to go where only the dead are seen and where treasure lies in both directions.” After that she just went on by picking at the grass for something. My guess is that it was one of the villagers of the village that I was just at.

But that’s how I ended up here after hours of walking. I finally made it to the ghost shipyard that stranger told me about. “Oh man.” I hid underneath an old building to escape the rain. Patiently I waited. Humming my lullaby song until the rain settled. It was just a drizzle now but I was so into the song that I started to create an illusionary dance. I honestly lost all track of time.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

((I'm sorry but could you perhaps change the writing of your posts from first person to third person? This site is pretty much roleplayed in third person. Sorry for the inconvenience.))

[REOR]

hey, it's no problem. but you will have to bare with me; i rarely write in third person.

[REOR]

The people of Ingaku said goodbye to Tellu, after one year of stay; after travelers left him a letter of acceptance into Twilight Moon Academy, the school for the gifted. Leaving at once, in the hope they can help him return to his home where small little fairies glide along the hills of dusty sand and hide in the shadows of storms.
Along the road he travels a distance, with his feet swollen and his wings broken, this little fairy alone searches to meet at the rendezvous point, of which he had no idea where it lies.
Following the path given, he ends up at the docks. He listens patiently for others to arrive: this is a school after all.
Tellu, waiting over an hour has grown most tiresome. He decided against his better judgment to start creating an illusion for his own amusement. Tellu decided on the illusion of a white bird. And then the process began.

[REOR]

Tellu started bending the light at his control. Taking the white bird in his mind and placing it among the dark clouds. Details were added, a beak and eyes. The feathers opened and one by one they moved through the grey.

[REOR]

The bird flapped its wings and took flight from its point of creation. It flew in circles and spins, around the old ships. Grazing its wings against the wind it came to a slow stop: falling onto the hand of Tellu.
Admiring his creation, Tellu soon let the bird go free allowing him to continue his flying. Watching the bird fly however, Tellu grew a long face filled with sadness. And let the bird fade into the grey, from which it was forged.