Sunset for a tired Traveler

[Zephyr]

As the amber glow slowly set over the hidden horizon, the gold colored gaze of the young woman swept across the clearing and memorized each and every blade of grass that was struck by the setting sun. The sun peered through the trees, clinging to all it could reach. Nothing could match this tranquility. Nothing could compare to the overwhelming feel of contentment she felt. This wasn’t her home, but it brought her to peace. The forest was alive with music and every time the rippling water lapped at her feet, she couldn’t help but smile. It was more amazing then Christmas to a child….more breathtaking then holding a new born baby. Her heart was reborn in these precious moments. Every time the sun set or rose; she was renewed and cleansed in the waters of her own emotion.

With every passing second, she bathed in the mythical substance of life. Although she stood on the edge of the water, it seemed as though she stood on the highest peak on the mountains, above the clouds themselves. It was amazing how some could feel so lost here, when it was here that she was finally able to find herself. Such a small world, yet with more mysteries then comprehendible. It matched the number of mysteries within each person, each one a ghost beneath the skin.

The hem of her dress was caught in the water, the wet fabric clinging to her legs. Zephyr had no idea of the mysteries of the water. Perhaps it was its magic that made her feel the way she did. The fairy was oblivious of the substance she was standing in. All she knew was that she was happy. It was one of the rare times when her black cloak lay discarded on a rock as opposed to on her shoulders. Her mahogany shaded hair was blown about in the wind, flying over her shoulder and away from her face. The only thing that seemed out of place in this picture was the shining blue-white wings sprouting from the woman’s back. They were folded neatly behind her back. About ten feet from the fay was a snow white wild mare, pawing at the grass with anxious hooves. She wasn’t used to standing still, for the instinct to run had been embedded into her. And soon the rest of the wild herd came to the mare, and they ran the sound of their hooves, the beauty of their majestic forms as they thundered over the feilds was breathtaking.

Zephyr closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering. The water snaked up the fabric of her dress, but she disregarded it. It was a feeling of unimaginable peace that fused her feet in the water, a feeling that she hadn’t felt in so long. What she had now was a rest, a moment in time when she could rest her aching feet and for the first time in a long time, simply breathe.

[Johnathan Wolfblade]

It was late, he knew but still adventure pushed him on and curiosity to find what he’d come all this way to find. As he advanced through the forest where pools of gold formed at the soil ground and leaves played through them with every faint breeze, there was a sight of something at the waters- or someone for that matter.
Michael (Johnathan's apprentice) wasn’t normally so open to strangers but being cooped up with the same person night after night one couldn’t help but be deprived of mingling with others. Make no mistake Johnathan was something like another father to him but there were times you just needed to get away from the same things day after day.
His pace had slowed to something of a stalk, something with the form to resemble the stealth of a panther among its prey’s trail. Finally he came to the edge of the clearing, pulling away the thick brush to see the woman enjoying all there was. He immediately noticed her wings and became fascinated in a simple moment.

He’d heard of fay, as Johnathan was a fay, before but had never once seen one for himself in the travels before coming to Luminallia, he, like Johnathan had wings, but they were hidden from him until he became of age. And just as he sipped in her beauty his eyes had fallen to the mare of a brilliant porcelain.

Quietly he stepped out of the cover and advanced the creatures side running his hands along the equine’s side and threw the white hairs along her whole form. Michael had always been interested in the beasts and their innocence as well as their evolved resemblance to the unicorn.

With a smile he let fingers comb threw the silver mane before letting his hand fall back to his side and all focus rain upon the woman who’d apparently had yet to notice his company. Just as silent as he’d entered Michael moved to her side and fell to a side along the waters edge. He’d kept far enough away the water wasn’t but a breath from the ebony leather of his boots.
The boy looked a bit more than a simple village folk as a white foreign made shirt rested loosely along his top form while black pants held his legs until the point his boots had covered their lower half.(As in the lower half of pants are tucked away in the leg of the boots if that makes any sense >_<.) Sure, one could have mistaken him for something of a high fit rank though he really wasn’t, well, as far as anyone knew anyway. Finally with a light breath he spoke.

“Astonishing isn’t it? Has to be one of my favorite places since being here.” He still bit unto a smile his eyes still ahead to the waters.
“And if I might add, you have a admirable creature, I cannot place if I’ve seen white so brilliant before.” With that Michael let the air mingle among the two as he awaited any response from the angel.

[Zephyr]

The fay felt the boy’s presence before she saw him. Averting her gaze toward him, she froze. As he stroked the fine hair of her mare, she simply watched him with unblinking eyes. The sun illuminated her silhouette, the part of her body above the water glowing with a sunlit aura. It had been so long since she had been this close to an ace that it felt strange. Her entire life she had associated with them, not in a casual manner, but rather as a guardian. It also surprised her that Nahevah (Na-Hey-Vah) was acting so calm under his touch, for she too had been away from humans for so long. However, the brilliantly white mare did not protest under his touch. Zephyr’s wings had spread slightly, the fay somewhat prepared to spring from the water and take off in flight.

The setting sun cast a shimmering amber glow on the water, which in turn reflected onto her snow white dress, wings, and fair skin. Her silver gaze never left the boy, watching his every move. He then turned to her, and she still didn’t move. Her wings tensed as he approached the water’s edge, but he didn’t enter the pool.

“Astonishing isn’t it? Has to be one of my favorite places since being here. And if I might add, you have an admirable creature, I cannot place if I’ve seen white so brilliant before.”

Zephyr wasn’t surprised he didn’t recognize her. He was too young and she also didn’t look as she once did. It was the glowing red haired figure that was associated with her name, not the singed appearance she now sported. However, she was surprised he didn’t somewhat recognize her horse. He had acknowledged the fact that he had never seen a creature so white, but he did not register that to the tall tale of the Wanderluster.

Zephyr was lost for words. She had rarely spoken to an ace in a conscious state, mostly they were wounded or close to death and she would lead them to the light or sing to them while they fought off recovery’s sleep. But now he was right beside her and was expecting a reply. She forced words from her lips, for a moment not even recognizing her own voice.

“Yes, it is quite beautiful.” Her voice was full of harmony, not as beautiful as a normal fay’s, but still quite different from an ace’s. “And thank you, she is very unique in her appearance and in her spirit.” She spoke in a sing-song voice, one that dripped like honey off her lips and then was swept away into the air. “Who are you ace boy?”