This is a private roleplay I am in with Nyxx and Nekayne. I've been thinking of becoming a fantasy writer in real life and I need to see your opinions on if I can make it, so here are some of my posts.

Dani looked over the table of the small coffee shop, sipping at his earl grey tea and writing a few more words in his book. After a while, he put his notebook down and pulled out a hardcover titled "Epic of Lacrymose Lake."

A few hours p*censored*ed and he looked up to see a woman with the horns and the tail of a valabex sitting across the patio of the market from him. He recognized her from the library, as one of the librarians that frequently asked him in the past about how he read so much in such a little time. He got up and sat down at her table, smiling. "Hi." He said, his voice echoing through the market like a peal from a bell, his smile warm as a fire. "I think you work at the library down on 42 Wayward Crescent?" He asked, putting away the hardcover book, along with several other books he had finished whilst sitting in the shade of the marketplace.

"My names Dani." He said, flicking one of his black ears back, giving him a bemused look of a confused or sheepish dog, as if he had done something wrong. His tail flicked absently beneath the chair, catching the light and sending dark rainbow flecks to cover the patio floor.

If you had paid close attention, when Dani had opened his messenger bag, you wouldn't find much variety. You'd see a battered laptop. A few notebooks. But there would be one thing you could count on seeing, and that'd be books. Many books.

You see, Dani was a type of person called a savant. A savant is someone who had problems at birth, and so they had problems others didn't Some had trouble talking. Others couldn't see or hear.

And yet, the problems these people had turned on parts of their brain other people have turned off, giving them supernatural qualities and traits. Some could remember everything they could ever see. Some can scuplt amazingly lifelike objects.

But Dani was none of these things. The only thing Dani had a problem with was with crowds and socializing with people his age. Which he nearly never did. He nearly never did speak to people his age because his eyes were doing something else: reading. Dani loved to read. He had read nearly a fourth of the books in the large library of 42 Wayward Crescent, in the town he resided in, called Scrubbly. He was probably one of the best readers in town, if not the best. The only places he was known by most people was the library, which he frequented every day, numerous bookstores around town, and the small coffee shop, where he would always have some version of tea.

But strangely enough, it was only with other people his age Dani seemed to have trouble socializing with. With older people he got along fine. He'd rather be working on a piece of art than out playing football. He'd rather sit at home and watch Bones, or NCIS rather than basketball. He'd rather play a board game with grandparents than go out to a pool party.

You see, Dani was different than most people.

Because Dani was possibly one of the most clever children of his age in the entire country.

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Dani looked at Altaire and got up to follow her, his vivid gree eyes in a permanently dreamy look. However, his smile was warm as a candle and his the eyes themselves as soft as goose down.

Dani looked at the crumpled piece of paper before looking at the person who had thrown it, someone who was part Kayoki. He looked down at the table. "Yo write poetry." He said unexpectedly. "But you don't think your good enough. You made a mistake on the paper you threw away because you thought the writing wasn't good enough, and tried to fix it before realizing it was ink."

Now, Dani, as gifted as he was, couldn't read minds. But he was extremely intelligent. The way he had known this was looking at the table. On it was a notebook full of poetry, which is how he knew that the kayoki wrote it. Dani then gathered he'd thrown it away out of frustration, signaling he though he wasn't good at it.

He gathered his next parts from the crumpled paper itself. He could see the scribbled ink on the outside of the ball, along with scrawl underneath it. That was how he knew.

Dani was a perceptive person with everything, and he noticed the emotion around the table had gotten uncannily quiet, so he explained how he knew.

Dani looked at the Kayoki and introduced himself before turning to Altaire and continuing speaking as if they were still at the table he had sat down at. "I already knew your name. I had heard it a few years ago when you told that Mirabilis who needed help finding a certain paperback, which happened to be in the shelve behind her."

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 Dani shook his head, as if annoyed by an irksome fly, and looked hard at the person. "What I don't understand, however, is how you think you aren't good. You clearly show innate skill for poetry and you know it, but you still don't think your good, or at least good enough. Have you even considered sending this to the Library of 42 Wayward Crescent? They'd gleefully accept this if it were published. And I'm going to take a guess to say that you have several notebooks full of poetry like this, ranging from sonnets to rondels to haikus.

"Furthermore, I also don't understand why you're ashamed at it. Don't ob
ject, that closing the notebook signified just that. If your doing what you like, you shouldn't be ashamed of it. I'm not ashamed about rather reading a dictionary, which I've done numerous times, than watch a sports game." He said, looking distinctly disgruntled, and sipped a small bit of tea again.

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Opinions and criticisms appreciated, please. D: