How many suns had it been? Probably more than the girl should have let slip pass. You see the girl hadn’t travelled the surface of this land since the beginning of winter. No, she had been a wander of the caves below. Of course you couldn’t really blame her. The poor girl was not exactly prepared for freezing temperatures, and little food. In fact were it not for her feathers insulating her she might had faced even worse fate. Winter simply was not something she had ever experienced before, and she wasn’t sure she had liked it. So when the caves offered a warm shelter, and a treasure trove of curiosities, she was sold. She had been wondering though if Helovia was like this all the time. And in fact, her mind had even gone back to braving the channel south again. That was until a small flower appeared at the entrance to the caves. She held that little flower with such glee you can’t even imagine. And as the days past, the snow trapped world melted, and the girl wandered out more and more, stretching her legs, and feeling the breeze about the earth play with her own.

So that is how she ended up here. Flying. Though not in the air. But on the ground, she raced across. Thin, legs reach and tear at the soft new earth, leaning and pushing her lean body ahead. Wind whipped about her in a fierce untamed bluster, tearing at her eyes, making their sea blue depths water. Oh but the rush, the release. A buck is thrown into her stride and laughter whispers above the pounding hooves.

She only slows when her body can go no further. Legs burned hotter than the fiery sands, and her lungs clawed at her chest. Oh but how invigorating it was. How freeing. How playful. The girl had been so trapped in her mind those days in the caves, and now at last she was feeling out the world again, wide eyed and full of wonder.

It should be understandable then that when the girl, still catching her breath, comes to the stone rotunda, she found her usual light and playful mood fully restored. Sea blue eyes danced over the stained glass and colored clothe, feathers reaching out, guarded as they were, to brush against them. The sunlight filtering through the leaves above made the colored light practically dance across the floor and the pearl smiled at the private show. It was in this trance of looking about this strange place, walking through its stone arches that she found herself lost. Intoxicated by the new spring air, and sights.      

OOC:: Where that muse came from I have no clue. XD 
Also I have no clue what happened to the title....>> I'm not too good at those lol