A steady breeze blew across the grasslands, making the tall grass move in waves, a sight that many people enjoyed watching. It was almost as if they had their own ocean, only this ocean was not made of water, but of plants. The sun over head was bright without being blinding, and it was warm without being hot. Altogether, it was a pleasent day. Deep in the grasslands, where all you could see was an endless ocean of grass, a man stood, a bewildered expression on his face. A sword hung on the man's left hip and another, larger blade was slung across his back. When he moved he could hear the rattle of chain mail underneath his clothes. His clothes where simple, traveler's clothes that were made to stand up to a lot of abuse and nights outside before being patched together with whatever could be found. For the moment, the man just stood there, looking around. While this might not have been anything remarkable, for this man, it was extremely significant. He had no idea how he had gotten there.

In his mind, a name seemed to echo. Draco...is that my name? He didn't know, but for now, it was the only thing he had so he was going to take it. He seemed to remember the direction that he needed to travel, but other than that it was all gone. Not as though it was hiddin by a fog, simply gone. Well, nothing was going on where he was, so he might as well go where he needed to be, although he wasn't sure how he knew. Turning slightly to the right, he began walking, focusing simply on keeping in a straight line. It was a more difficult task than it seemed, as there was nothing to orient himself to other than grass. The sun would work for a little bit, but it was moving across the sky, meaning that his reference point would be continually changing. With a small sigh, Draco set himself out to continue walking. As he walked, he continued to try and remember anything about his past, but nothing came to him.

Draco kept up his pace for several hours, and he went at an easy enough pace where he didn't tire himself out; however, he was beginning to feel hungry. Since he didn't have any food on him, it meant that if he wanted food, he would need to look for it. Still, Draco wasn't hungry enough to worry about it yet, so he just kept walking. Glancing at the sun, he noticed that it was beginning to get lower in the sky. It was just starting to turn the sky a brilliant red, and soon there would be a beautiful portrait to look at. Resting his hand on the hilt of the sword at his hip, he gripped the hilt for a moment and bared about of foot of the blade just so he could see what condition it was in. The sight that greeted him surprised him. Along the edge of the blade, there were pieces of diamond, meaning that any cuts would be worse. How had he had enough money to afford diamond? It was a puzzle, and one that he wanted to figure out. With a sigh, he glanced around, realizing that he wasn't going to get any further that day. There wasn't much point in walking until he couldn't see the ground, especially since he didn't know where he was going. He knew the direction he needed to travel, he just didn't know what he would find when he got there. With a sigh, he sat down on the ground, pulling his cloak around him. It was going to be a long night.

A nice slow breeze drifted across the grass tips. Whispering of ages past in their own melody given by nature itself. Darkness was just around the corner as the last few rays of light said goodbye to the lands. Never the less this cool night gave comfort to many animals who sought shelter from the harsh sun. the calls of insects rose in the guardian’s ears while she stood in the middle of the grasslands, looking upwards at the stars. One by on e they showed themselfs, and twinkled in bright white dots down upon the land. The moon hadn’t graced Ploay’s eyes with her presences, so the night seemed awfully dim until the moon rose.

With a deep inhale of her lungs, Ploay allowed all the scents and air as possible to flow though her. It was a cleansing feeling, a type that begged Ploay not to leave any time soon. At the dark night she wanted alone time from the rest of her fellow Valar. It wasn’t too long ago when she had found out that Liara wasn’t the being her element feel under. No. There was another un-named god who hadn’t showed himself. Or herself. Such a feeling was one that a child had when he just found out that his parents aren’t his real parents. Shaking her head sadly, the violet eyes shimmered in the darkness.

Taking another long breath of the sweet breeze, her brown silk clothes swayed in the wind. Faster the breeze began to pick up in a fast gale, which wasn’t harsh or demanding. Not this breeze. There was an almost uplifting emotion the winds were giving out. But just before she had the chance to calm the air again, there was the sound of footsteps approaching her. Yet they came no closer, and in fact stopped. Calming the air once more, Ploay walked over to a dark shape sitting on the ground. Without knowing who or what it was, she asked it a simple question, “Who are you? My name’s Ploay.”

Sitting there, Draco was huddled underneath the scarce protection his cloak could offer. The wind continued to blow across him, and it wasn't as welcome as it had been. During the day it had helped to keep him cool while he had made his way across the grasslands; now however, it simply made the cool night air colder. For the moment, he gave no thought as to who he was, he simply wished that he could be more comfortable. He doubted that he would get much sleep tonight, unless he fell asleep simply from exhaustion. Either way, he wouldn't be able to get enough sleep to do any good. It would not be wise to sleep while the sun rose. Anyone might come across him and then he would be at their mercy. As he continued to sit there, Draco tried to remember who he was. So far, all he had was a name. Why couldn't he remember? His memories were as elusive as the wind that continued to blow across the grasslands.

Without warning, the wind stopped. Perhaps it was in answer to his earlier wish, although he wasn't sure why anyone with power over the wind would bother to help him. As far as he knew, he didn't have anything he could give anyone for such aid, and he had no status. Raising his head slightly, Draco took a few deep breaths, wishing that he knew something, anything, about his past. A woman's voice suddenly came out of the darkness. Since he hadn't heard anyone walking towards him, he was completely unprepared for this. With a muffled shout, he tried to jump to his feet. However, since he had had his cloak wrapped around him, he got temporarily tangled up. Only a hastily outflung hand stopped him from falling on his face. Turning around, he spotted the woman who had called out to him, and now that he saw her, he thought about what she had said.

For a few seconds, Draco just stood there and looked at her, unsure of what to say. Then his brain finally took over. It took two tries to get anything out, he hadn't talked at all that day, so it was difficult to speak at first. "My name is...Draco." He hesitated slightly just before saying that because he wasn't actually sure if that was his name, it was simply the only thing he knew. For the moment, it was the only name he had, and it was better than none. With a shock, Draco realized that he was holding onto the hilt of the diamond sword at his hip. He didn't even remember grabbing it. With a slight flush, he let go and stood there, content for the moment to simply wait for the woman to speak.

A still silence of whispering winds caught in the breeze as Ploay looked at him. For a short second she felt pity for him when he almost tripped over his cloak. Slightly she moved closer, but soon it seemed like the man finally got untangled, able to stand there tall and look at her in the face. No where did he look formilar to her in the least bit. Yet he bore an odd familiarity in something unknown. It obviously wasn’t how he talked, nor how he stood. He was just another different soul in what seemed to be either confusion, or he was just plan lost. This man’s eyes reminded her, (the little she could see in the dark) of herself when she was cast out of her angelic upbringing. Only until she became more and more close to the winds did she ever feel like one with herself.

Slowly her brow furrowed in sadness. He must have been very alone in the world, and just needed some time to be alone and get to know himself. Thus Ploay disturbed that goal he had. Then again would leaving him alone be rude if he hadn’t wanted to be alone? What to do, what to do? She questioned herself as she dropped her head back to gaze at the stars for a few moments. Slowly she lifted her head back to its right position, then continued to stare at the man. “You look...alone, need a friend?” She spoke softly after a small pause. There were many words that would describe how he looked. Tired and hungry would be just a few of them in the least. Ploay waited in silence to hear what his response would be, hopefully she wouldn’t find herself in another fight with an enraged mortal.

A slight shudder ran through Draco's body, almost as if he were cold. But it wasn't the cold that was affecting him, it was the person in front of him. For some reason, she seemed familiar, although Draco couldn't say why he felt that way. His mind was still filled with fog, but it seemed as though the woman in front of him made a small section of the fog thinner, like some daylight had come and burned away a small amount of the wall that kept him from his memories. With a small sigh, Draco inhaled deeply, and exhaled, letting his shoulders fall. It was then that the full impact of everything hit him. The long day of traveling combined with his lack of sleep had affected him more than he had thought. Add to that all of the tension that had built up over his inability to decipher anything from his past, and all told it had been a very stressful day. For an instant, he didn't care anything at all about what had happened that day, he was just so tired. Not tired physically, but emotionally tired. "Yes...I think that I could use a friend quite badly."

"Ploay..." He spoke her name hesitantly, not sure what he was going to say. Finally, he continued. "Your name seems to ring a bell in my mind, I just wish I knew why." For a moment, Draco thought about telling her that he didn't remember anything before that day, but that was too personal for someone he had just met. At least, he thought he just met her. In all truth, he couldn't be sure if he had ever met her before or not. Standing there, Draco pulled his cloak around himself once more. The wind had stopped for whatever reason, but the night was still cool. Looking at Ploay once more, Draco decided to continue the conversation, and he fumbled around a minute for something to say. Finally, he picked something and hoped that it wouldn't be offensive. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you out here? It seems a strange place for a person to be by choice. I would much rather be in a nice comfortable bed at an inn." Draco hoped that she would take the conversation somewhere. He couldn't be sure, but he was beginning to guess that he wasn't much of a conversationalist. If this continued, then he was sure that he would make a mistake. Small talk had obviously never been in strong point.