The youth is eager, ready, a collected, slender, tender nuance of heartfelt sentiments that coast and ghost over the horizon. A new beginning, a foreign, inviting entity that tempted, enticed and dangled on strings; like a fresh adventure wallowing in its enlivened pose and prose. The world was available for her dominion, the slip of her watery grace, the elegance of her liquid, fluid finery and the pursuit of her composed dreams, wishes and heartaches. Lena enjoyed watching the invocation of welcomes, yearnings and daydreams fall over each and every newcomer, wondering where their souls would be pulled, eager for them to stray from the shadows, to become wind, earth and sky, to touch upon mountains, glories and triumphs in the stead of her own brethren. An exploration of freedom, expanse and wonder, eyes widened, feet feverish, breaths mingled with newfound grails and objectives. She’d grown beneath the waking stars and the crescent moon, the harsh, unforgiving reel of cold and splendor, the edge of the terrain and the heat of the sun; Tiamat would do the same, unraveling in bliss. What she chose along her path would be up to the strength of her core, the caliber of her character, the brawn and might she chose to wield; for even in this realm of compassion, tenderness and rapture, there were still the undying moments that tested one’s resolve, one’s composure, one’s regal stature amongst the heavens. The sylph smiled at the child, still beaming, still blossoming, pleased to hear that her offer had been accepted, bursting with thrill, pleasure and delight. Her query, however, left her pondering. They will be kind? The Basin was a particular collection of unique souls, postured and pulled into differing, altering directions – and Lena very rarely settled herself amongst the darker core, along the unholy, unraveling demands. Her open grins and blossoming prosperities often quelled fervent hostilities, but she had not been across many of the fervid tirades. She thought now, to kind, wise Faelene, to serene, tranquil Huyana, to the strong Larkspur, the stalwart Aurelius, and trusted herself to speak the truth of her companions. “I’m so glad.” She paused, spun more ambrosia from cordial lips. “There are some that are benevolent, and there are some that are mercurial. I believe it all depends on whom you wish to follow.”