In her own light, swept across the growth of Birdsong and sent to lay itself across the floor of the ruin, it finds something to reflect off of and return to her. Tired with her mind heavy and eyes weak, they take the creature at first as an illusion. It stood there in all of it's glory, something that as a child would do nothing more than make her jaw hang at the hinges. She thinks back to something she remembers as a child in a place where the land was decorated in the most unique of ways, when she and others had come in costume and spoken to something interesting. This must play no different as the memory of receiving a certain trinket(one she now couldn't find herself naming the location of) left her not to forget.
Bones ache and she calls it the humidity that clots the air much unlike the Throat's air playing with her senses. It's right there, whatever it is, and it has to be fake. She recalls drinking salt water in some idiotic moment, and if it had gone ahead and played tricks upon her brain, then let it do so. Right now, she could care less if there were others to stumble across her and then view her as confused child speaking to something standing in the ruins.
Maybe it was a gift from the Gods, one telling her that it's about time you found something to make you comfortable and to drool about like you had done as a child.
It speaks, damn, it speaks. Her confused and probably drugged state replies to it's words with a drunkard's "Huh?" She stares with nothing but a mouth slightly agap, and if there's drool hanging from it, then she has yet to offer it her attention.
The lavender eyes and great wings soon enough become sharp enough in her pale eyes for her to see this is just something made for the freak show. It's speaking to her still, and when her confused and lost sounds that don't exactly resemble words don't bring her any further in understanding it, the words that it's released float loosely about until they find themselves into her ears and going through her thoughts.
Some part of her finds logic and she thinks. It might be a mint leaf she'd been chewing upon earlier that awoke her thoughts and got her thinking even though some odd herb that she had eaten settled with a depressing and later on, humilating, effect.
Finally, some sort of language falls from her with the grace of a newborn horse, slurring out an answer to the creature.
"Is it air?"

OOC: On a scale of one to ten of Sikeax being messed up from herbs, I'd put her at floating deep into the dark depths of the universe looking for a lost cause.

Anyway, we're here for this little magic here.
http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=80...ght=sikeax
[EarthxWater] :: Mineral Water :: The ability to heal with the usage of water, such as sea water, fresh water, snow, ice, et cetera. Anything made of water.

Restrictions: The area around must have water.
If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?