"Such small ears... Ah! My bad, that was rude." Rubbing his head, Fell glanced away a little nervously. It's not like he hadn't see human ears, but Yuurei's weren't quite human, but also not completely elven, it was... strange. Cool, but strange. Flinching when his hand was slapped away, Fell pouted, but then laughed raising his hands in surrender. "It's cool that you can still keep your elven genes, I could teach you... The stealth." He quickly stood up and set his hands on his hips, a excited grin lacing his lips, you wouldn't think this wood elf was almost an adult in human standards, but really he was still what would be a child in elven years. "Man and having someone to talk to in Elvish that ain't the spirits here or my parents. I love it!"
Glancing back at the cat creature. "So what even are you...? Obviously ya ain't a cat 'cause you can talk... but also you cant be human, since you look like a cat?" Humming, Fell blinked with a small pause. "Then again, it wouldn't be the strangest of things I've passed whilst being here or just travelling in general." Turning back to Yuurei when his name was uttered, Fell just kind of stared at him wide-eyed, because no one had asked him to explain what a gypsy was before, this was a first. "Oh... Well. Uhm... Hmm... What is a gypsy... Good question." Folding his arms, Fell set a finger curled against his mouth, as he began to quietly think, muttering to himself in his home tongue, not Elvish, how he was meant to explain this. "Oh! Uh sure, that seems like a sound deal... You said I'd feel weak? I'm gonna sit down then..." As he stepped back, Fell took a seat on the floor.
As soon as the bright light came into existence, Fell squinted as he covered his eyes slightly, before just staring at the other man, his mouth slightly opened in awe at the sight. "Oh... Damn! Your wings are amazing, and like holy crap!" What was words? Fell was actually speechless, but also completely drawn in by the form. He had never seen a Nephilim, and if this was how pretty a Nephilim was, god forbid Fell to ever meet a Seraphim. "Well... Guess I should keep my end of the deal."
Leaning back on the floor, Fell lifted his gaze to the tree tops humming quietly as he tried to make sense of the jumbled up descriptions in his brain about what a Gypsy was. "So... I doubt you have ever heard of the term, Romani? A Romani is a person who migrated from another country to the more open areas like say Fiore, Caelum, Stella, etc. I believe my mother said that ancestors on her father's side were elves from Desierto, and my dad's were the same... So I figure Romani are from Desierto." Turning back to the two infront of him, Fell leaned forward, his hands resting on the shins of his crossed legs. "Gypsy is just another name for someone who is Romani, or another term would be Traveller." He would make quotation marks as he said the two terms. "We don't usually stay in one place and that is how my childhood was spent. We would move from forest to forest, settlement to settlement. Romani don't tend to settle though some have done, and Wood Elf Romani are no different." Ruffling his hair, Fell sighed. "Does that make any sense, you are the first person to ask me what a Gypsy is, I'm kinda outta my depths here."