[Luceti] 001: Intro
[Sunlight filters through the treetops, the sound of birdsong and activity nearby a strange melody.
An Italian sits leaned against a tree, wings curled gingerly against his back. He isn't sure where he is, what happened, or why he has wings, but he knows that he is less than happy about the whole thing. For one, there's no pasta here! At least not any he can see. And he doesn't see his brother, Germany, or any of his friends. The pants he's wearing now are NOTHING like the Armani suit he was in, the last he remembers. He doesn't know anything about this place, other than it's kind of pretty. But pretty doesn't make up for pasta. Or lack thereof.
His stomach growls.]
Ve~...I'm kinda hungry...
An Italian sits leaned against a tree, wings curled gingerly against his back. He isn't sure where he is, what happened, or why he has wings, but he knows that he is less than happy about the whole thing. For one, there's no pasta here! At least not any he can see. And he doesn't see his brother, Germany, or any of his friends. The pants he's wearing now are NOTHING like the Armani suit he was in, the last he remembers. He doesn't know anything about this place, other than it's kind of pretty. But pretty doesn't make up for pasta. Or lack thereof.
His stomach growls.]
Ve~...I'm kinda hungry...