Through the skies she went. Gilded wings coiled and furled, downy feathers fluttering from the wind as the young deity coursed through the heavens. The stars were out tonight, she noticed in the midst of her flight, and the sight of them alone warranted a smile from soft pink lips. The force of the wind blew the golden-ivory strands from her mane, whipping them along the curvature of her neck like silk. It was finally cool enough for a flight, and Israfel was never one to pass up such an opportunity.

Flight was something that was sacred to the young half-Goddess. She could fondly remember the memories of learning with Zaffre, her mother's dragon Companion, of throwing herself from the high peaks and cliffs of the World's Edge to master the art of the flying. That, however, had come much later, and after building her confidence and the muscles in her golden-clad wings. Still, such thoughts mader her wistful and yearning of her home, of the dancing shadows and mists that curled around the trees... A cumbersome land to one who carried wings upon their shoulders, but it was home.

As she crested over the hills and landscapes that made Helovia beautiful, the wide-expanse of the ocean soon came into view. Vermilion eyes narrowed against the wind that buffeted her pretty, cherubic face, soaking in the sight of the ocean and the stars that reflected upon its surface. How beautiful tonight was...

Tucking her wings close to her pale bodice, Israfel began to descend, unable to stave off the sudden desire to walk amongst the beautiful beaches. How long had it been since she had last enjoyed a peacefull, cool stroll along the oceanside? Granted, as a child of fire and daughter of the Sun God, it was within every fibre of her being to avoid the water itself... But she could still admire its beauty, at least by far. Descending through the air, Isra came to a soft landing within the sand, her beating wings sending white granules billowing around her frame. It was only when all four golden, cloven hooves were upon the ground did the demi-Goddess tuck her wings close to her sides, and then begin her stroll.

The sound of the waves met her ears, and the ivory filly released a sigh of pleasure. How calming the waves were as they crashed against the shoreline, almost as though the ocean itself was singing... Voices then danced through the air, and Israfel paused in mid-step. Surely that hadn't been the ocean? An ear flicked back, then forwards, trying to analyze what she was hearing. Was there someone else out?

Taking another step forward, then another, the child of fire examined her surroundings... And it was as she ventured further up the sand bar that she spotted the source of the voice. A dark thing, far smaller than Israfel herself, stood within the sand, and the pale beauty called a greeting to her.

"Hello there!" She called, her vocals warm like honey and soothing like a spring breeze, "Are you lost, young one?" After all, the dark stranger looked somewhat... Upset. Perhaps she could help.