A flutter of wings could be heard from the sky as a being landed on the moshy shore of the lake. She leaned down over the water and looked at her reflection. Still the same as always. With a smile she took the wrapped cross from her back and leaned it up against a tree. She folded her wings on her back and kneeled down in the water. She took a cup and began to scoop water from the lake and put it in a pot. Once the pot was half full she walked over and sat it down on the ground. She had moved some wood that she found into a pit and set it on fire by rubbing two sticks together. She smiled then sat the pot on the fire to purify the water. Once she was done she took her finger and placed it on the surface making it cold so she could drink it. She sat back with her knees bent at an angle and began to drink the water. A bit more was left so she decided to leave it incase she wanted more.

Now that she had her drink of water she looked up. It was so peaceful. Birds were flying over head. She even saw a couple of ducks in the water. Reaching into her back she pulled out some lembes bread that she had recieved from one of her elven friends. She again kneeled down by the water and started to throw bits of it in the water. In about 5 minutes there were about six or seven ducks around her. She laughed some then continued to feed them. One of them came over and snatched what she had left in her hand. She laughed again."Sorry my friends seems we have a pig over here..."The ducks would quack them move along down the shore of the lake. She smiled then dusted her hands and stood up looking around. She was just here to take a breather until she had to return back to whatever it is that she did.

Looking over at her cross on the tree she smiled some then looked down. It was a weapon to her.(ooc:much like wolfwoods off of Trigun but mines a sword) She would only use it when there was a major emergency. Boy, some of the men she came across couldn't even pick it up. Try tooting it around all the time. With that she looked at her side and pulled her katana from her sheath. She brought it up infront of her eyes and looked her reflection in the finely polished blade. With a step foward she would slash it through the air. Good thing no one was watching they probably thought she was fighting air. With a smile she brought it back to her sheath and sat down pulling out her journal and a quill and placed it on the ground. Her quill was no ordinary quill but a magic quill. She stood up and began to speak as the quill wrote."Today....which is Wedsenday I believe. Nothing much has happened since the last time i've written. I met with my Elven Friend. Her people are very nice by the way. Treated me well gave me equipment to continue my journey on..."She seemed to sigh. She was tired of being alone and she was talking to a quill. She sat down by the fire and pulled her knees to her chest."And here I sit...still alone....on the journey i set out on 5 years ago..."The quill danced around writing all of this in her journal. She looked over at it and laughed some then looked at the embers in the fire as they jumped around.

"You don't have to be."

The voice came out of nowhere, floating on the breeze that ruffled the leatherleaf nearby. Stepping out from behind that tree, though, was what seemed to be a very beautiful dark-haired woman, her shoulder-length curls accentuating her icy blue eyes the way bright colours made a dull day seem full of life. The woman's layered black dress would have seemed thin and semitransparent had it not been for the colour, and the upper half - rather than covering her not-so-modest bosom, the sight of which she was quick to use around men that she found she could also use - actually made it all the more visible. Her soft leather boots were just visible beneath the dress as her long black cloak wrapped her, yet somehow left her completely open. Her pale skin made her blood-red lips seem like the only life in her as she spoke again with a small smile that never quite seemed to reach her eyes.

We of the superior gender tend to have quite an advantage over men. All you have to do is play their emotions a bit, and suddenly they're no more than wet clay on a potter's wheel. Suddenly they become like dolls in a child's room. Easy to manipulate. Easy to play with. Easy to build, and even easier to destroy. You could have all the company you ever wanted, if it was truly company you desired. I think you desire something else, my dear. Perhaps you want to carry the weight of that cross no more? It certainly seems quite the burden."

She indicated the cross with her oustretched left hand as she spoke this last, even glancing at it momentarily. She strayed from its presence, though. It was so obviously a Holy object, and she wasn't about to come any closer than was absolutely necessary. Oh, she would destroy it if she got the chance - but she wasn't a complete fool. She awaited the other girl's response, curious as to what it would be. Angels, after all, could be manipulated almost as easily as men - especially those ready to fall, and this one seemed as close to the cliff as ever one could be.