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ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge. The girl wandered.
With the recent invasion, there was too much confusion and noise in both lands. The World's Edge was quickly vacating, (some new contest was being held to determine its new leadership), and those who had traveled to the Falls were working to settle in. The girl had already found a spot that she liked - hidden down a windy path which turned into more of an animal trail the farther you went. It was easy to navigate once you had done it a few times, but the girl noticed that few bothered. They didn't know what they were missing, and that was just fine with her. Eventually the path widened into a small glade, heavily closed in by thick and beautiful trees. The sun could easily find its way in, and there was a small creek which bubbled up through the ground and flowed off to somewhere else. It was solitary, quiet, and beautiful. It was there that the girl would build her hut, but not just now. Not with all the noise.
She hated noise, because it usually signaled a crowd. The girl hated crowds too.
So, she had set off. Her Mother was busy running the Edge all by herself, and her Father? Well, of course he was busy. But the girl was independent, so this little solo excursion didn't bother her at all.
Strolling through the meadow the girl inhaled the smell of living things all around her. Thickets and thistles and dirt and leaves. It made her senses feel elated the more she breathed it in. She felt most at home when she was shoulder-deep in nature. Spying the beech tree, the girl set off towards it at a leisurely walk. Camon was on the opposite side that she approached and was also heavily obscured by the ancient tree's rich greenery. Besides, the girl wasn't looking to see if the tree had any current occupants.
Softly, she began to hum to herself. It was something she only did when she believed herself to be alone. Calling forth her magic, she created 5 birds composed entirely of water. Their bodies reflected the sun, as they flew high above the trees. Stepping back, the girl's golden gaze watched as they worked: each burst apart, raining down upon the tree to help water it. This Orangemoon had been fickle with the disappearance of the Moon Goddess. Everywhere the girl went, she found plant life wanting for a bit more moisture, and she was happy to oblige.
As the birds burst and the girl watered the tree, she didn't even consider that she might be simultaneously giving Camon an unrequested shower.
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