A tiny figure made it's way down the road, about a mile off from the village, shivering in the rain and chill, wearing only what appears to be a slightly dirty, slightly shimmery little yellow dress.
It would be hard not to notice her, as her brilliant light blue hair shone even in the drizzly weather, as it tumbled wet and matted down her back and shoulders, the pigtails that they had been in earlier, destroyed by the rain.
One would have to guess, that she was a girl of sixteen, ....from her looks, and the fact that she was skipping barefoot down the road, and singing something, but it can't be heard. The only thing coming from her direction is the sound of wind in branches.
But what she is reveals itself in the two large dragon fly wings rising out of her back. The rarely seen, but often talked about in stories, forest fairy.
Whisper had heard gossip and rumors that there had been troubles in these towns. They were being destroyed. And where things like that were happening, there were sick and hurt people. This delighted Whisper. Not because of any sadistic streak, but it would give her a chance to practice her healing arts. She stopped to talk with a weed on the road for a moment, then enters the town, and begins looking around for some sort of pub or eatery. Preferably someplace with an inviting fire.
Edited by: Vampire Jester Jinx at: 5/13/04 12:15 pm