Hot breath steams within the stone keep, only adding to the mystical air. Though her coat is still damp with sweat from the run, the cool breeze about her, flowing playfully in the stream of curiosity chills her body. Yet to these she took no notice. The light continued to dance about her, and with it she was fascinated. So no notice was the approach of another, crunching through the light snow.

A dark shadow swoops overhead, and the girl jumps slightly, ears falling back and head ducking. Her gasp of surprise though is soon opened to a light laugh as she sees the maker twist in the air and call out. The pearl never did know fear for very long.  For a second the girl is fully captivated. Her grin wide as her sea eyes follow the creature about the top.  “Ello there.” The soft voice rolls out in a whisper, curled ears and head lifting back up. It was a most strange being though, as four wings carried it gracefully through the air.

A rumble rolls behind her, breaking her attention again. Refined head twists sharply back, tasseled tail whisked back, and the wild grin of childish delight tamed itself. Slowly, glancing back to the bird above she turns to face the other, the tasseled tail whisking through the leaf litter to curl back alongside again. Her chest is fluttering all about though. At last another creature of this world! How many voices had she heard in the caves and never found? How many days without seeing another of this Helovia? Now here one had found her. The breeze about her back picked up, though it sent a chill down her spine the girl was delighted for it. She mustn’t mess this up, her mind cautioned her. She didn’t want this one to leave as well. Best manners. Small smile. Delicate curl of the neck. Tucked, smooth wings. Just like she papa had told her.

He spoke an apology, and the girl immediately begins breaking her own rules. Her grins grows and light laugh dances from her (more from delight of having a conversation than actual humor at what he said). Sea blue eyes moves back to the bird, captured by its double set of wings. “He’s quite alright. Hello Lucius.” As always though the questions began to hum in her mind, and the wind plays more noticeable with her mane. She might have remembered her father’s lessons, but she wasn’t beyond breaking them. Not all the questions could be bottled up. “What is he?” The pearl had seen sea birds along the coast, but never one such as this…and those wings….

A click of a hoof brings her back to the other as he speaks up. And as he gestures the girl at last notices. The ragged winter coat, the thin frame, the worn and weary body. It’s a moment before she looks to where he gestures, caught in her own thinking by seeing such a weathered creature. His glowing wings had found her interest to be sure, but his condition had as well. To be sure plenty of those on her own island she had seen. The lack of food and sand turf made life hard on some (though she never knew the clawing hunger as they did), yet here she had found little shortage of such things. Was he from another part of this world? Was he not from here? Was he ill? One curled ear twisted back, as the concern infected her. The lightly dancing mane stills slightly. Yet, being the pearl, she was easily distracted. Her gaze at last follows to the glass and clothe.

“It is very beautiful.” Her mind is instantly absorbed back into the scenery. Yet in her bubbling mind, leaping and dancing across thoughts, one strikes up with a fearful result. Was this his home? The tension underlying her deep desire to continuing a conversation and not be lost to solitude again tremors up. Look how she could have already ruined it! Here she was standing uninvited into his home! Her imagination runs from her reality. No wonder the bird finds itself so at home here, it was his home. Oh and he was so nice about it too. She couldn’t press on him further. So the girl’s head dips, ears tilting back as her voice, laced no longer with light gaiety, now with hesitation breaks. “Is this your’s? I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to-“ Cloven hooves back step, the thin wings moving outward, metal guards glinting, as she stumbles over an apology. A bit dramatic perhaps, but so desperate was the girl to make a good impression. So desperate to not mess up. To not be alone. Again.



OOC:: Tag is good! And don't worry Adria is plenty capable of holding a conversation with herself lol But do excuse me, I'm still figuring her out, so much rambling here