In the city of Yomenïampa home of the elves a young madien was down by the waterfalls getting ready to take a nice dip. Sitting on the shore as she pulled her hair back and placed it up with a couple pins she would look up at the water as it poured over the mountain. This was always her favorite place to come. Being able to get away from all the troubles that always seemed to happen to her.

Dasyra would pull her shortbow off her back along with her quiver of arrows and sit them on the ground along with her towel and other belongings. Some parts of her hair would fall down. Mainly the front because it wasn't as long to put it up in the back. Her hair was a nice light green color. She always charished her hair she felt special having it because no one in her village seemed to have it.

Without another word she would stand up. The mist from the falling water was wetting her face already. With a bright smile she would dive right down into the water. The depth of the water was about 8 foot so it was pretty deep. She could feel schools of fresh water fish move in and out threw her toes and this made her giggle a bit.

She finally just pulled her hair down and took the pins out. Hiding her hair wasn't something she like doing but sometimes wasn't alowed to in meeting with the head elf. He told her it was very distracting. She used to think of herself as a distraction. But eh who cares she thought more of herself as a beautiful madien then a distraction and this made her the better person.

Popping her head up on the surface she would move her arms at a motion to keep her afloat. She would lean her head back on the water and begin to float. She closed her eyes and smiled. The mist on her face was nice and cold. She was glad that she took a swim today.

Winter wandered along the forest floor looking up at the many bridges and balconies that made up the forest city, it reminded her of a fairy tail she had once been told by her mother when she was a lot younger, something about a kingdom of fairies in the sky, she almost laughed at the thought and walked on nthrough the woods. After a while she stopped and listened, it sounded like water falling from somewhere, she looked around and saw a waterfall in the distance, she moved closer towards it. As she got closer she hearda splash as somebody dived in.

She stopped by the edge of the water and sat down, looking up at the water cascading over the rocks and into the pool, there was indeed a figure swimming below the surface. Winter looked closer and managed to make out long green hair, almost the opposite to hers. Another laugh, two in a day and barely an hour between them. She stood up again and wandered around the edge of the pool and eventually climbed up to the top of the waterfall and looked down at the water falling. Winter sat down again and cupped some of the water in her hands, it cooled quickley and the surface half froze before she could get it close to her mouth, however she still drank some of it, breaking the thin frost with a twitch of her thumb before dumping the rest back in the stream.

Looking down she nopiced whoever it was rise above the surface with a happy expression on their face.
Well, at least somebody is having a good day, she thought absent mindidly.
"Having a good swim?" She asked as brightly as she could.

She thought that this day was going to be a good day. No talk of war. No meetings with the head elf. Though going to the meetings was fun she got to see all the people in her home in one place it made her smile a bit because she was never around them a lot.

Her ears were covered by the water so she could only here a mumble of what was going on around her. Yes an elf had very good hearing, but not under water she didn't. Looking up she saw a girl at the top of the waterfall then leaned up and looked at him. She wasn't scared and wasn't gonna swim off. Most elves or the ones that she knew didn't like to be seen by any kind but theres. But it was different for Dasyra she wanted to get out of that shell meet new people and see new thing.

She swam up to the shore her hair hanging over her sholder with a bright shimmer and she smiled."Yes I am thank you.....Im Dasyra Lothlorn...Elven Maiden of these lands..." She smiled again and waited for her to answer.

A trace of a smile showed on Wintner's face, elfs were always good in her books, so long as they weren't the dark sort.
"Nice to meet you," she replied "I'm Winter."
She looked about for a place to climb down but eventually decided that it would be quicker to jump, she did so and landed just next to the bank of the water, she turned about and looked over at Dasyra calmly.
"You come here often?" She asked leaning against the rock wall.
She took a brief moment to look more closely at the scenery around them, there wasn;t much apart from trees and the elvin city winding its way between them so Winter didn't pay too much attention to detail.

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Looking around the wind was picking up a bit but not to much. Just enough to give you a little chill if you were to get out of the water. Closing her eyes she would move back some as she dived into the water. She could feel the splash of water on her face and laughed a bit. "Nice to meet ya Winter..."

She would dive down a bit then then quickly come back up. She wasn't one at holding her breath a long time. Once she came up she heard Winter say something."Yeah I come here almost everyday....this is my home I live..." She looks up at the temples and things that wrapped around the trees then pointed to one that had a bit of Ferns growing around the door. She smiled then looked back at her."I live up there...."

She swims back to the shore and sits up on it. She grabs her towel and starts to ring some of the water out of her hair with the towel. She smiled and looks back at the girl. "Umm where are you from...Or are you from here to? I haven't seen you around here....but Maybe your new..."She smiles.

Zenith was flying near the city of the elves, his wings beating through the air with great force, but something strange was happening, there was something not exactly right about the movements of the angel. He began to lower down towards the woods that made up the city. The eyes of Zenith were closed as he lowered himself towards the ground, but that’s when it seemed clear! The wings of the angel were torn, he had not taken his weapons or armour with him on his travel this day and had in turn been attacked by a large group of archers not to long ago.

His wings had taken a lot of damage and now the angel was finding it hard to maintain flight. Soon the entire form of the angel began to crash through the trees and branches ripped apart as his body crashed into them. With a powerful thud Zenith landed on the ground, his wings torn but other than that he was ok. The angel tried to push himself back up from the ground and as he looked up he seen the form of two people before him but of course he had no clue on who they were. Zenith soon managed to get back onto his feet and kept his gaze fixed on the two in front of him.

The long light brown hair of the angel softly ran down his back and his blue eyes finally regained focus once more. The two figures that were before Zenith appeared to be female and the angel tilted his head a little, after all he had never been to this place in his life it was all new for the Arch Angel of Life. Zenith shook his head for a moment then slowly walked towards the two that were a little in front of him, as he did so the angel tucked his damaged wings back into his back to try and ease the pain. Once close enough to the pair Zenith said, “Em… hello? Sorry if I am disturbing you or anything but em… could you tell me where exactly I am?”

Runic sat in a tree a few yards from the waterfalls. He lounged in the branches letting his feet dangle off the sides of the boughs. He leaned against the trunk of the tree with a book in his lap, his eyes dancing along the lines written within. He glanced up across the way to the pool beneath the waterfall. He saw Dasyra preparing to go for a swim. He sat there, mouth agape as he watched her decend into the pool. His cheeks reddened and he shook his head, coming to his senses. "How rude of me to stare..." He thought.

He turned away, his cheeks still red, and attempted to return to his reading. He sat there for not but a few moments when he heard the voice of another. "Having a good swim?" Winter had said. He turned to face the pool again as they introduced themselves to one another. "Winter and... Dasyra... hmmm." His cheeks reddened again and he forced his face into the pages of his book. "What is wrong with me? I'm not a child, why am I acting this way?" He couldn't help but be embarrassed with himself.

His embarrassment was quickly forgotten as a full blood angel came crashing through the trees toward the steadily growing group. Runic stood up in the branch as the angel crashed to the ground. He hopped down to the ground and began walking towards the angel and the girls. He felt it necessary to make sure he was alright being half angel himself. He shook his head and laughed as the angel stood and asked the girls about his whereabouts.

He clapped his hands as he got closer to the group, still chuckling light-heartedly. "Welcome to Yomenïampa my friend. Forgive me if my actions seem at all rude but I am entirely astounded by your resilience. To take such a beating as you did falling through the foliage and still able to stand on your own two feet is quite the accomplishment."

He bowed to the three of them, "My name is Runic Solais madams and sir. If you'll let me, I can try and treat your wounds." He turned to face just the two girls, "Also, forgive me if I am disturbing you in any way." He looked into Dasrya's eyes for a moment and felt his face redden again. He gave a slight cough and turned back to the angel, "Erm, yes, your wounds..."

The roar of the waterfall was enough to muffle any sound near by. For a mere human wouldn't be able to hear what she was hearing. Looking at Winter she would narrow her eyes a bit. Seeing she wasn't a human she was sure that maybe she could hear it to. Looking up she would hear the flap of wings. But it was a weak sound.

Standing up she would grab her bow and an arrow and aim it into the air. She didn't fire the arrow though. She wasn't going to unless a real threat was upon them. Closing her eyes she would hear the flapping stop and then something fall threw trees. She looked back at Winter and shruged a bit. What could it have been that was making this noise. Maybe an eagle had been injured and fallen threw the trees.

Lowering her bow she would look up and seen Zen standing there. She was about to answer when she saw Runic come up and begin to talk. She hadn't seen him around here either. Did she not get the memo about all the visitors in Yomaniampa today. She wondered what Runic would do to Zen's wounds. She could have healed them to but she wanted to see what Runic had up his sleeve.

Sitting back down on the ground she would place her bow by her towel. She then took one of her barrete and pulled her hair back. Revealing her elven ears. Some of her hair would fall down infront of her eyes because it was shorter then all her other hair. She pushed it away then looked back at the three. She only yawned and placed her feet back into the water. One new person a day was enough for her.

"Well, I guess you could say that," Winter replied "I have only just arrived here."
She knelt down next to the pool of water and turned back to Dasyra.
"I used to live somewhere a lot colder," she explained "I've forgotten exactly where but it was a long way north at least."
She stopped and stood up, she though she'd heard the sound of twigs snapping, the waterfall made it hard to hear but then they were followed by a thud. Dasrya had already taken out her bow, Winter got into a crouching position behind the waterfall and reached up so she could grab her katana quickley.

But the stranger turned out to be injured already, his wings had several holes in and he looked weak. Winter stood up and lowered her hand moving a little closer but still keeping caution on her side.
"What happened to you?" She asked, honestly worried for him.
Another person appeared suddenly, this one jumped down from a branch high in the trees, instinctivly Winter got into a battle stance again and reached for her weapon before getting a good look at the stranger's face and registering that he wasn't about to harm anybody, she lowered her arm.
"I wasn't exactly expecting to meet anybody else," she said after he'd finished speaking "and then two people turu up almost at once."
She looked back over at the angel, taking a step back slightly.
"As far as I know this is the elvin city," she explained in nanswer to his question "or, underneath it at least."
She took a brief look at the angel's wings, she didn;t know the first thing about healing, all she knew was how to cause pain rather than stop it.
"How did you get those?" She asked indicating the wounds.

As Zenith looked towards the two females that where in front of him he was soon met by a strange man that seemed to like to Dasyra, it was rather obvious in his actions and body language. The man, known as Runic, had asked Zenith if he needed help healing. Hearing this the Arch Angel closed his eyes and smiled a little before he was met by the voice of one of the women asking what had happened to him to make his wings get damaged.

Zenith looked right towards her and said, “I was on my way back from the Temple of Life and was attacked by a horde of Archers thus my wings got ripped up by their arrows.” The angel then took in a small breath before moving his gaze back onto the form of Runic, the man that had asked to heal Zenith, with a soft smile the Arch Angel of Life said, “As for the healing there is no need for it, for you see…” He placed his hands together, his body emitting a bright blue light that in turn fully healed his wings, “…I am a Divine Protector under the guidance of the great Goddess of Life, Lothlómendil, and my healing powers are beyond that of many others thanks to her training. Although I thank you for the offer, it is nice to see those willing to help in this world. Oh yes and I go by the name of Zenith Meria, I am the Arch Angel of Life.” With his wings now fully healing Zenith spread them out fully once more.

The wings of this angel were somewhat larger than most other angels, with Zeniths wings being just over three meters long each. His hair flowed softly in the wind and Zenith then began to walk towards the others. As he walked forward the Angel seen one single rose growing in the ground but it seemed to be fading away from life. Using his control over the plants Zenith restored the rose and then gently picked it from the ground. With rose in hand the angel walked over in the direction of the green haired woman known as Dasyra. Letting his smile grow further along his lips Zenith said, “This is for you.” With that he handed the rose to Dasyra.

This was not something Zenith would normally do but he wanted to have it known he meant no harm to the others and since Dasyra was the only one that had not spoken the angel gave her the rose. Of course she was also a very beautiful woman but at that moment in time Zenith tried not to think like that, he did not want to start blushing so soon after meeting these people after all.

"Archers, eh? Whatever did you do to set them off? Or were they nothing more than fools looking for a fight?" Runic inquired.

He watched Zenith glow a bright blue as his wings mended themselves. Runic went wide-eyed and gave a low whistle. "I should have known better than to expect anything less of a full-blooded angel. Worry not for refusing my offer, I take no offense."

Runic observed Zenith's wings as he spread them wide. "I cannot help but be envious of you Zenith. Being only a half-angel, my wings could never be so grand as yours." Runic's wings were only about a meter in length. He gave them a weak flap and sighed.

Runic watched Zenith walk towards the rose and revive it's wilted petals and hand it to Dasyra. A pang of jealous burned across his face for but a moment. He tucked it away into the back of his mind, he had no right to feel that way as he knew nothing about Dasyra. "It's merely infatuation and nothing more." He told himself. That made it easier for him to put the feeling aside.

"So, other then your obvious reasons for winding up here, Zenith, what is it that brings each of us to this place on the same day?"

She could tell who Zen was with just looking at him. She knew that he had to be a protector of some sort. He looked strong and powerful so he had to protect someone important. Nothing really was needed to be said from her pale pink lips. She was just find without talking but its seems everyone wanted her to speak. Only a sigh came from her lips as she threw a pebble into the crystal clear waters. The Arch Angel of Life himself standing infront of her. Should she have been in shock then gotten down on her knees and bowed to him. No that wasn't her. Even if a king was to step infront of her she would not bow. She didn't believe that people should be ruled by such disgrace as a king but Zen wasn't a king. She didn't wanna be rude but she wasn't much for a high being person.

Looking up from the water she would see a red rose infront of her eyes and only stared at it for like a minute before she took it in her hand and smiled. Still nothing came from her lips. Did the cat have her tongue or did she just not like him. Who knew unless he or the Flirty one could read mines. She could feel vibes from Runic as well and just shook her head a bit and yawned. Winter was the only one here that she really wanted to talk to. She was the first person she saw so she was really the only one. But the other two men were here and that wasn't gonna be an option now was it. With another sigh she would toss all the pebbles into the water. The rose that Zen had gave her she had sat it down on the ground by her bag. Really nothing to do with it at the moment.

Standing up she dusted her hands off a bit then let her hair back down. She was an up and down hair person. One minute it was up and the next it was done. But this time she put it down it was dry. Like she had never entered the water at all. Her body wasn't even wet. It didn't even have the smell of water. Her long green hair flowed down her back. She picked up the rose from the ground and broke the stem and pulled the thorns away with her bare hands. She then placed it behind her ear showing that she didn't hate the rose but maybe sorta liked it some. Nope still no words from Dasyra....

Winter gave a slight chuckle, she'd noticed Runic's face despite his efforts to hide it.
Somebody is jelous, she thought slyly, with as much satisfaction as she would have had she said it to his face.
Although now she turned her thoughts back to what she'd came here for, despite any interuptions from falling angels and healers. She wandered back over to the pool and took another bit of water in cupped hands, the surface froze weakly again although it broke as soon as it touched her lips, she crushed the small lid of frost in one hand and dropped it on the ground to melt.

"And here I was thinking there wasn't anybody else around," she muttered gazing over at Zenith and Runic "seems like angels are falling from the sky today," she said and laughed, it sounded like something out of an old tribal mytholigy but it was almost literally what had happened, although Runic had actually jumped down from a branch.
She looked back over at Dasyra, who seemed reluctant to talk to either of the men, but had placed the rose behind her ear.
"Suits you," Winter said plainly "although if it was a little more green..."
There's a thought, green roses.

Zenith smiled as Dasyra took the rose from him and removed the thorns. She then seemed to break the stem and at first the angel thought he had done something wrong, but his smiled returned once more as this Dasyra placed the rose behind her ear. Sure she had not spoken but by her actions Zenith thought that maybe she liked the thought of the rose. The angel then nodded to Dasyra and turned his head round to see Runic and Winter. The Winter woman was talking but for now Zenith could only see a slight hint of anger in Runic, as if Zenith had done something wrong.

Seeing this the angel looked back to Dasyra then to Runic, where the two together in some way? Zenith of course did not know, but surely if they were together someone would have said something by now. The angel then just shrugged it off. It was only at that moment that Zenith remembered Runic had asked him a question about the archers and such. Slowly the Arch Angel of Life walked nearer Runic before saying, “The archer, well they attacked me who I am. A follower of Holiness, they wanted to take me down but a simple arrow to my wings won’t stop me for that long. Unlucky for me however I had not taken my armour of my blade with me, so it was partly my fault as well!” Once saying this Zenith nodded and looked towards the water Dasyra was near.

The water seemed to gleam within the light from the sun above giving it a beautiful kind of glaze over it. Zenith smiled seeing this and moved closer towards the water. At that moment in time the others had blanked from his mind, Zeniths magic had been restored to him on his visit to the Temple of Life and it was now time for him to test something else. He had tested his control over the winds before coming here, and had tested his control of the plants when giving the rose to Dasyra. But now it was time for him to gain control of the waters once more.

Closing his eyes the angel run his hand out in front of him over the water, it took a few seconds but soon the water within this place began to move in the direction of the angels’ hand. With a smile still along his lips Zenith raised his hand making some of the water rise up into the air forming a small compact ball of water. Zenith brought this ball of water over into his out stretched hand and let out a small sigh. He had his control of waters back as well and that made him happy. Keeping the ball of water still in his hand Zenith once again looked back to others and said, “Sorry about that, my magic was restored to me not to long ago, just testing it out again!” He then waited on the reply from well, any of them really.

((OOC: Runics turn next))

After he had finished listening to winter, Runic had noticed Zenith looking from him, to Dasyra. He didn't want Zenith to make a connection about his sudden affection for her but he wasn't sure how to throw him off. Zenith then explained why he's been shot down and his mind clicked. He would do what he did best: Use humor.

"Hmmm, an absent-minded Angel? I don't know why but that doesn't comfort me much." Runic hoped that Zenith would understand the playful sarcasm. Runic felt that nothing was truly funny unless everyone laughed, including the "Victim" of his humor.

He sighed and sat down on the ground, leaning foward and resting his arms on on his knees. He stared at the ground absently. The silence between them all was a bit discomforting. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zenith's feet move in the direction of the water and looked up. He watched as Zenith manipulated the water. The jealousy faded from him and his eyes danced and twinkled with joy as he watched Zenith create the little ball of water. He was enamored by magic, not by its strength but by its beauty. The most spectacular things you may ever see are created by magic.

"Once again Zenith... I am quite envious of you. I would love to know the magics you know. Perhaps over time, I will come to know the same magic as you... maybe even more."

She could only laugh a little from the jealose vibe she was getting from Runic. She didn't mean to be mean but it was a little funny. Seems these two knew each other and have battled out maybe over a girl before. She just shruged it off and picked up a couple more pebbles to skip along the water. Yes people were around her but it didn't bother her from using the magic she had. She was never ashamed to show it around.

Throwing about four of the small pebbles out into the water she would skip around in a circle then she threw the rest in the water. A bubble came up and all the pebbles were floating around in it. She moved the bubble over to the ball of water and the pebbles floated inside as the bubble popped. She nodded to this then looked back at the water. Her eyes turned a light green color as she looked down.

Never had anyone seen her eyes green. She tried to hide them and closed her eyes. Standing up she would walk onto the surface of the water then open her eyes and look at them all. Her eyes the most brightest green that no one has ever seen. Looking towards the sky a white dove come flying down and landed on her sholder she turned and looked and smiled"Vendui Seri..."She smiled and took the dove off her sholder and placed it on her finger. Her dove was one of the most important things in her life. She never went anywhere with out her. She smiled and rubbed the feathers on her back. But the bird didn't take to this well and snapped at her hand bitting her finger.

Blood started to drip from her finger and hit the water surface and spread into a little pool of red. She lifted the bird up and it flew away. Walking to the shore she took one of her arrows and ripped a piece of her cloak. She took the ripped cloth then began to wrap it around her finger. Good thing she didn't pass out she wasn't a really how do you say...alert person when it came to blood. Thankful that she had a minor heal she covered it then closed her eyes and the wound healed very fast. She then looked up at them all as this whole ordeal just went by and still having only said but two word. What was it with her and not talking?

Winter listened calmly to the angel's story and felt a wave of anger wash over her, she hated people like that, she saw them as cowards afraid to show their faces. She sat down next to the water thinking carefully, she wondered what either of the two men meant by coming here, although they had answered for their presence she suspected there was something else, the other half angel certainly seemed to have a thing for Dasyra, which Zenith had been able to touch a nerve with. She gave a short laugh at the though and rolled over onto her back thinking of going to sleep.

((Not the best post ever but I'm doing about five things at once right now))

Zenith listened to words spoken by Runic yet still he did not show any reaction to them. Instead Zenith once again turned towards the water letting out a small sigh as he thought to himself, “Why am I here? What is keeping me here? For some reason I feel as thought I am being drawn into this city.” Slowly Zenith turned his head to Dasyra once more, she seemed to have called on a dove but in turn the bird had bitten her. Luckily however the woman had been able to heal the wound so it was ok.

Everyone seemed to be rather silent now, Dasyra having only said a total of two words since Zenith had arrived anyway. Now this time Zenith looked up towards the sky and said, “If only Telsor was here, then at least I would I have a mount to get home. Home of course now being the Temple of Life. I have nowhere else to live now that the Keepers of the Sacred Deed have all vanished” Once saying this Zenith let out another sigh. During his time of healing from the battle against Hruka the Keepers had seemingly vanished as if the death of one of there own had torn them apart. Yes people in Arda had thought Zenith was dead and it was only now that the angel had finally shown himself again to the people of the world.

He had even lost the only one he had ever loved, a woman known as Adia but she to had seemingly vanished from Arda. The angel looked back down towards the ground and then said quietly hoping the others would not hear him, “It is times such as this where people thinking I am dead might actually be the best.” Even since that battle with Hruka Zenith had been feeling rather strange, at various times within his life now a sharp powerful pain would run through his entire body making it hard for him to concentrate. For now however the angel was safe, the pain had not hit him for a few days now. He would just need to take this time to finally relax!

((OOC: Sorry for the bad post))

Runic continued to sit there, staring out to the water while he listened. "Telsor, eh? What kind of creature is this Telsor? A horse? A Camel? Or perhaps some as exotic as a Giraffe?" Runic couldn't help but add a pinch of sarcasm. How extravagant could this mount be?

Runic sighed yet again. It was rather dull being there. Zenith seemed to be the only one with any interest to talk. But even he became lost in thought, staring at the ground. After a moment he'd heard Zenith mumble, “It is times such as this where people thinking I am dead might actually be the best.”

Hearing this made Runic give a slight huff. He walked up to Zenith and stared him right in the face, "You're stupid, aren't you? Here you are telling us (Runic gave his best attempt to imitate Zenith) 'I am a Divine Protector under the guidance of the great Goddess of Life. I am Zenith Meria, Arch Angel of Life,' and yet you cut yourself down, not even having the guts to say it loudly, that you think people would be better off thinking you dead. Heh, Idiot. You are more than just a "Divine Protector," you are a representitive of life. You bring hope and that is what matters. That is why people need to know you're alive, even your enemies. Show them that you will not back down, that you will do what you know to be right."

Runic walked a few steps away from Zenith and laughed as he sat down, feeling the need for the mood to be lightened, if but a little, "Well, now that my little pep talk is over, Lady of the Water?" He gestured over to Dasyra, since she hadn't even given her name, "Have you no words for us save the two you have already given? Give us your name at the very least... and could you use it in a sentance?" His infatuation with her had long passed. He felt compelled only to treat her as a friend, and his friends deserved only the best serving of his humor.

Looking back at the two as they rambled on she only sighed and looked at the water. She did feel kind of bad because she wasn't talking to them but as was said she wasn't very talkative around strangers. When he asked for her name she stood up and turned towards him. She opened her eyes and they were still the light green and still had that sparkly."You may call me Dasyra....Dasyra Lothlorn...."Oh my gosh she actually spoke. She gave off a faint smile then looked back down at the water. "And if you don't mind I'm gonna finish my swim..."She walked back to the water and dived in. She closed her eyes and swam away from the waterfall under the water like a fish.

(ooc: Sorry so short....)