Luckas

Luckas, a Clobhairceann Faefolk, was part of a traveling troupe and visited many lands in his youth. He often spent his free time lying around whatever flowery meadow he could find, writing poetry and sipping nectar. Discussing affairs of love with the dryads amongst the trees, though they were always giggling at his misfortune in love. Well, misfortune isn’t exactly correct as love had always come easy to him.


He was handsome, charming, and friendly, to boot. Many ladies he crossed in his travels would listen to his poetry all night and fall for him every time. Alas, he always had to move on with his troupe, and they did not bring outsiders with them… no matter how hard they tried to join. More than once, he had to push them back with a broom while the wagons were already moving.


The misfortune he felt was due to the fact that the one he truly had eyes for had eyes for another. His childhood friend Aine, who had traveled throughout the lands with him, and when he looked at her, all he could see was the radiant splendor of her aura and the brilliance of her smile. But she paid him no mind, always looking away for another. One who didn’t travel with their troupe, but a lone wanderer and very dear friend of Luckas.


She was hardly aware of his existence outside of working together with the troupe. Her motivations mystified him and often drove him into the woods to continue evaluating and reciting his poetry to the dryads, despite their childish chittering. When the troupe visited new towns, he continued to seek out every type of woman, hoping to find one to remind him of her.


He believed these women would help him uncover his authentic voice and unlock the proper prose for her beloved Aine. Then she’d his true feelings, and he’d finally catch her eye for himself, once and for all.