The sun barely rises above the waters and the violet orange tinge streams along like a river in between two large blue lands. The air holds a fall crispness and the cliffs to the left and right of the fairy drop leaves from hundreds of feet in the air.

The docks hold a few ships, some made for travel, but many of these few are for the fishing routes many make. Terran smiles, wondering if the wonderful sights of the waters, or is it the leaves first thing in the morning that drives fisherman to be who they are.

The half foot fairy sits on the dock, and spots a leaf in the distance. His eyes stare at the sun in the distance and shrugging, the fairy leaps, flapping his wings until he settles onto the leaf.

The best part of being half a foot long is even a leaf is a boat with a little ingenuity he thinks laying on a brown and somewhat crispy leaf upon the waters. Terran is only a few yards from shore and the waters only rock him like a mother's touch.

Thinking of his mother he looks and sighs, the cold air coming into a fog in front of his face. The mere thought of his mother and father only brought cold salty tears running down his eyes. Gripping himself, the fairy looks at the shore once, shifts the leaf slightly and wonders just who would be up at this hour.

Shrugging, the fairy bends his legs and pushes off the leaf, making it sink into the cold waters, flapping his dragonfly wings. Whizzing by closely to the water, Terran feels the water mist against his body and in only a couple seconds he sits himself on the sand.

He makes no imprints.

Geis watched the big wooden sea-houses move in and out of the harbor curiously. How was it that they moved? It was indeed a mystery: he didn't see how it was that something so large could move so much by the force of mere wind, which was what a passing traveler had told him after looking him up and down and acting quite frightened. Geis shrugged self-consciously, he hadn't meant to frighten them, it was just that, when two lupine travelers met they're meeting was always... raucous. Yes, that was the word. He smiled a bit, lupines that traveled the world like himself were rare and he had been glad to see another furry face- even if he had been from a different clan.

For some reason, Geis smelled flowers. He sniffed the air, puzzled. How was it possible that...?

It was about then he spotted something... very, very, very small. He wondered how he had not smelled it and realized that *it* was the thing that was giving off the flowery smell. He wrinkled his nose, confused. He had heard about artificial scents. Perfumes? And wondered if this were a magical construct, designed to give off such odors. He wondered at this- it was too small and the odor too faint to properly convey its scent to a normal fur-head. He concluded, much to his amazement, that it had to be alive if very, very magical.

"Errr... hello?"