Caerul
Legacy Name: Caerul

Name: Caerul (meaning 'fierce in battle')

Birthplace: Cork, Ireland

Hobbies: Walking, Reading, Exploring

Orientation: Bi

Favourite Song: Circle by The Circus Electric

Favourite Food: Apples

Favourite Quote: "If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe. Remember that giants sleep too soundly, that witches are often betrayed by their appetites. Dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always; hearts can be well-hidden, and you betray them with your tongue."-Neil Gaiman

Caerul paused, stooping down to run his fingers through the long grass. It was still damp with dew, but he didn't care. He thought it beautiful, despite the odd looks that he was getting from an old couple as they passed him along the pathway. Perhaps they weren't staring at his hands though, instead maybe they were quirking their brows at the flecks of mud that covered Caerul head to toe. He'd spent the morning traipsing over the countryside's many hills and paths, all to come down to the village for a pint or two of milk. He didn't mind though, he'd brought it upon himself when he had decided to buy a cottage on top of a (frankly ridiculously large) hill in Ireland. Oh, but he loved it! He was a writer, and nothing was more inspiring than waking up every morning to the sound of birds and sheep, casually calling to one another in the distance. Even the mud and dirt didn't put him off; quite the opposite! He found it rather inspiring in a grotty, Withnail & I type manner. He loved that film. The characters' friendship made him jealous, though. Despite being happy, he found himself quite isolated. Caerul did secretly yearn for a friend, someone to read his scribblings and sit by the fire with him on chilly nights. It could get quite lonely just talking to grass all day.

Caerul sighed gently, standing up straight. Maybe today was the day that he'd find his soulmate, coming down the path! How wonderful would that be? The perfect stranger! Their eyes would meet, and he would smile politely, nodding. Maybe they would exchange small talk? Caerul could bring up the fact that he was a writer! And of course, the stranger would be intrigued by this. They'd laugh, and arrange to meet again! It would be perfect!

But Caerul sighed as he turned the path. No-one stood there, except a lone chicken who stared at him with beady eyes, twitching its head, before running away under a nearby gate. Caerul put his headphones in his ears, trying not to be disheartened. He turned the volume all the way up as he approached the village shop. Maybe when he got back home, he could write himself the perfect romance.