Cold water rolled over her senses, making the girl shiver with a chill. She still was not used to how everything in this land could be so cold (and she hadn’t even visited the Basin yet). Though she had gotten used to the satisfying wealth of water and food in this land. The girl had rarely ever been without enough, but an overabundance was a new spectacle. She had told the old gentle Kaj she would just visit, but even before meeting any others the child was already settling into the easy life. This lazy morning, calm yet stunningly lovely, with the promise of a full day’s adventure was ever so pleasing to the girl’s spirit.

A noise overhead of feathers catches a curled ear. Her mind, still so unused to the crazy notions of flight by some Helovians, jumped to think it a bird, so too no further notice and continued to drink. It was only when the heavy breath and the landing of a large creature sounded that the pearl coat flinched and her own feathers shifted. At first she merely stops drinking, her relaxed state kept her like a child dragged to early from bed (though it was near noon). To be sure she was excited to meet others, but her mind was still being lulled with a lullaby by her surroundings, and she was loath to leave its warm embrace when for so long she’d been in the cold.

Yet all things must awake. The attentive ear catches the swaying of grass and a shadow moves on the opposite bank. A shadow? No…a creature such as her. Inhaling deeply with the anticipation of meeting yet another creature who thought so foolishly that their wings were for flight, the girl hesitates. Yet, her mind also buzzed with the possibility that this might also be another creature belonging to the Hidden Falls. Feathers shuffle at her side and her head at last rises from the water.

Sea blue eyes, slightly glassy with her slow morning, yet watchful, find the shadow stepping closer to the bank. Her senses are slowly coming back to her, and the slightest grace of a smile begins to grow on her lips, and the vanes of her wings shuffle to lie flat and neat. Just as he was inwardly finding it hard to adjust to a new lifestyle and let go old thoughts and ways, so too was she. The habits and expectations set for her she still carried, marking her as clearly as the lines on her legs, or the star upon her head.

As she watches him come to a halt on the other side of the babbling creek she finds herself growing a great curiosity. Black, as rich as to reflect all the shades of the world within its darkness was ever such a rare color to the girl, and it made it precious and lovely. Her eyes swept over the dark coat as the light danced off of it in hues of rich blue, and even purple, while the world reflected on it elsewhere in green. The scars that mar the perfect inked canvas do not negate the beauty, for the girl was too used to those, and knew them only to be signs of pride. Even his wings though, held some dark captivating details, arresting her thoughts that that which bore them was a living being who might not like being stared at.  Perhaps she would be caught staring, but such concerns where not usual of her (past) class. Her fascination, like that of a child’s was caught and was being swept away in the lazy silent wanderings this relaxed morning of hers seemed to invite.

The spell was only broken with the shadow he spoke. A smile automatically broke across her face, and as her eyes lifted at last to full attention upon his the fog of her morning began to clear. Yet his voice was as smooth as his coat and it made a shiver tremble on her spine, and the tasseled tail flick back awake. “Hello” Comes her own reply, it not quite as elegant as his, but ever laced with a gentleness, promising sweet kindness and generous heart (though some might call it innocence).

At last the lingering questions in her mind, pushed back in her quiet moments of admiring his coat, are brought forward again. Yet at her feet and his, she finds a barrier, babbling on as if separating the two. So, still waking, her habits and manners keep control a little while longer. “You’re welcome to have a drink, though it’s very cool.” Her head dips slightly in the invitation, an offering. Yet with each passing moment the last drops of sleep are falling from her eyes and her more bubbling personality begins to show. So begin the ever long list of questions.“Are you a member of the Falls?”  The girl was too naïve to think that he had to be to come so deep in the territory. But she was in herself, on tip toe to know, that this was part of Kaj’s family. You see, lazy morning or not, she had still been very much alone and far away from such a thing for so very long.  

The questions though as listing through her head. Who was he? Perhaps he would take a swim (however shallow)? What does he do in the herd? Does he have one of those companions? Would he show her around? There is one question though that she olds very close to her heart, very dear and whispers it to herself only quietly. Was it him who was just flying? Though she may scoff at seeing them in the distance, this was the first she found herself, talking to one.

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