Quick, spirited and lively music rumbled in your ears and blended with the music of villager's voices merging together, forming one large gabble of conversation. Bright banners and sparkling decorations lined the town square that was packed with people, who were dressed in richly colored gowns that floated on the faintest of breezes.
Turning around, you look on through the crowd, who had been waiting all year, impatiently, for the festivities to begin. Now that they had, you whished to escape it all, even if you yourself had spent hours laboring over the silken banners you had placed outside your shop entrance, hours of hard work showing in the intense details.
But now, you seek a way out, walking briskly threw the hoards of people of all kinds, until you wind up on the main road that leads ever onwards to the beaches of the island. The old, beaten sandy path that wound threw palm trees of brightly colored plants became more and more deserted after you left the town. Only a few scattered villagers were rushing, late, in the opposite way you were headed, with picnic baskets in hand and small children tugging at their mother's skirts. The music could still be heard blasting in the background, but slowly as the smell of salty water swirled around you, the sound of surging waves overcame it.
The long stretch of ivory sand extended out before you, and tall tropical plants become more scattered, as if only the bravest dared growing so near to the salty waters. Turning, you walk along the ocean, which was calmly playing a tune that only the creatures of the sea could understand. The warm water lipped and gracefully hugged your feet as you walked along the damp sand. Finally you reach a small patch of wavering palm trees, providing the perfect spot to rest in their cool shade. But as you approach, you see a tall, slim figure leaning against one of the sturdy trunks, apparently, they too wanted to get away from the festivities. Her deep light hair, which was a murky sand color, yet not dark enough to be brown, was damp and laden heavy with water, causing her long hair to refuse to dance on the wind. As you curiously amble closer, you noticed she was barefoot and her shirt was ripped and torn, looking old and her loose skirt was covered with sand.
Finally you reach the cool sand that rested in the shade, and two sharp, blue eyes peer at you before a voice joined them, "Away from the festivities, then?"*
A warm smile played across her features, and her eyes glittered like the waters reflecting the bright summer sun.
*"Ah, yes, I think I am. I'm not one for crowds, I suppose. And what, may I ask, are you are doing out here on a day such as this?" You respond, looking curiously at the girl.
*"I am waiting for a dear friend of mine. It appears the Traveler will be making a stop at our island today, a day of all days." Pausing, she turned around, looking towards the inner island, and she peered threw the dense island life, but apparently was unable to see anything threw the leaves and turned back, "Oh and may I introduce myself? I am Fleana, as you may call me."*
You smile at her, "Nice to meet you Fleana," you say, bowing your head slightly and which she returned politely, "I am guest, and I live in the town center, running the a local store. "*
You look off into the warm sea, going over the what Fleana had said and becoming puzzled, "Who is the Traveler?"*
*"Have you never herd of the Traveler? The Wanderer?," She paused while you shook your head, "She has quite a story, for she travels the lands, lives with the world unknown..."*
You lay down on the sand, making your self comfortable before saying simply, "I have all day, and I would love for a story."*
Fleana looked at you, smiled and opening her mouth, words started to pour out, forming images that seamed to dance and shimmer in your mind...

A young Cybunny was laying on a richly stained wooden floor, staring out of the majestic grand window that loomed above her in the small cabin. A tea pot whistled and sprayed soft white breath from its mouth on its home upon the stove, a roaring fire warmed the room and heated up her backside. The room was cozy, and Aviael pulled the warm knitted blanket around her tighter as she gazed outside into the white world.
The woods beyond the window were covered in white, as if the trees has been frosted and placed upon a pastry for decoration. Soft, fat snowflakes drifted lazily threw the air, and it was so tempting to dash outside and join them. But instead, the Cybunny picked up the wooden flute she had been playing, and placed it near her lips, blowing.
A soft note gently fluttered out, as Aviael tried to play the music of the snowfall which was enchanting her so, wanting to entice the feeling of snow indoors. But there was none, only silence, for snow made not a sound.
Off through a doorway there came large crash followed by a roaring laugh, and two older male Cybunnies leaped into the room, each holding a richly colored fiddle in one paw and a long bow in the other. There faces were flushed, and grins were spread across their faces leaving their dark eyes twinkling.
Quickly the two picked up their bows and began to play, playing short fast music. Their bows flew over the strings, vibrating a song aloud that filled the cozy room. Feeling restless, Aviael jumped up and began to dance to the lively music, twirling her skirts. The rhythm moved inside her as brothers played the joyful tune and her eyes fluttered shut, and the rhythm filled her mind.
Something seamed to flash in the back of her mind, and her eyelids opened and Aviael looked down, feeling a jolt travel down her body.
She nearly cried out; for she was soaring above the castle of her kingdom of Nye, how high up in the air she was, and the cabin was gone and only the wind whistled in her ears. She was slicing threw the air, going at a fast speed as if pulled by a tread.
Now she was above the kingdom on the other side of the mountains...now she was above Curin...she flew miles above houses, buildings and forests. The faraway beat of the fiddles echoed inside the Cybunny, and she blinked as the wind whipped her hair into tangles. Where was she now? Snowy mountains, now a giant river, an ocean in the distance and a mound of dirt that seamed to loom above buildings in a small town.
A loud bang, and Aviael stopped dancing as the music ceased and opened her eyes, for real this time. Her jaw dropped and she looked at her paws, for it had seamed so real...she had flown above the world?
A large Cybunny stood at the door taking up most of the frame before she hastily closed the oaken door, "Kanso, Tois did you go outside?"*
*"No, no we didn't!" They both responded hastily, and started to back out of the room.
The old Cybunny smiled, "Then why did I see two sets of paw prints out of the back door?"*
Kanso and Tois just stood there, looking guilty as Aviael fell to the floor with laughter.
*"No matter, there is a carriage awaiting outside to take you three home."*
*"But, Aunt May!" Aviael cried, running to her aunt's skirts and tugging on them, "I wanted to go exploring!"*
*"Hush now," Aunt May kneeled down and gave the young Cybunny a great bear hug, that engulfed the young girl, "We can go exploring in the spring when you return!'*
Aviael brightened up at that, pleased to know she would be returning someday.

Aviael walked outside, leaving through the kitchens, her long skirts trailing after her. She passed maids as they scurried by and she wandered down the beaten path that led to the gardens. Gardeners were weeding and watering the fruits and plants, but the rose garden was left untouched, so the Cybunny walked over the small bridge that arched over a Lilly pad filled stream and entered the sweetly smelling haven.
Aviael wandered among the bushes and weeping willows that lined the stream, their leaves dripping into the waters where large goldfish swam about. Sighing, she took a seat on a stone bench that was out of sight, hidden mostly by tall bushes that loomed over it.
Aviael had always liked the bench where no one would pester her for long, where the roses smelled sweetly and the water trickled in the distance, but today she stood up once more after barely sitting. She felt restless, and board. As always, it seamed lately. She took a few steps and turned around looking towards the mountains in the distance.
It had been years since she had dreamed she was flying over kingdoms, for she had thought of no other explanation of what had caused it. Still, she yearned to go visit the kingdom where the ocean stood in the distance, and where the mountain of dirt stood tall...
*"Hello, little sister," Aviael swirled around and caught sight of Tois.
*"You startled me. Anyways what brings you?" She asked sweetly, "I find it so soothing here..."*
Tois raised an eyebrow, "Nothing, I like to spend time in the gardens myself."*
Aviael was in her thoughts again, viewing the kingdom of Curin from where she had seen it up high, and thinking of how odd it looked tucked away in the mountain side. Then a thought entered her mind. One that she hadn't though in all the years, since she had traveled the world in the sky when she was little.
Aviael stood up straighter, "Tois, you must excuse me, for I must go."*
He gave her a nod, and she started off towards the castle.

Two darkly stained grand doors stood in the wall before Aviael, their designs having been long ago craved into the wood.
Aviael took a breath and flattened her skirts, and knocked softly, whether anyone herd it, it did not matter. A butler off to one side opened the doors for the Cybunny and she took a few steps inside the room.
Rich carpets lined the floor and a large portrait of the entire royal family stood behind her father as he stood up to greet her.
*"Ah, Aviael, what a pleasure it is to see you," Her father said with a grin and his beard whiskers twitched.
*"As it is the same to see you," she replied bowing her head and lifting her skirts slightly, "But father, I have something I must ask."*
*"Ask away my dear, ask away."*
Taking a breath she started, "For the longest time, I have always felt restless within the walls of the castle, always longing to see the world outside. What do the other kingdoms look like? What do the people wear? How is their hair worn and how do they live?" She paused, clasping her hands nervously, "Father I want to see the world. I want to travel the world, wandering one direction until I find a new town, village to explore.
You do not need me hear, Tois is heir, and there is nothing that interests me me in Curin any longer. I don't know if I can take much longer of being cooped up."
Aviael's father blinked in surprise and sat down in the grand chair behind the desk where he had occupied only moments before, "I had thought letting you spend time in the woods had held your curiosity as a child..." he said, trailing off.
A silence followed, echoing off the walls and ringing in their ears until at last, the King gave a weak grin.
*"Come here, child." He turned around and opened up a cabinet that stood off to the side, and pulled out a small, narrow package.
*"If it is what you whish to do, I will not hold you back. Though I fear of never seeing you again," His green eyes looked into her young restless honey eyes, "This once belonged to my mother's mother. It is my gift to you, though I know not of what is made of. Wood or gold it is not, what else could make such a glorious item, I have not the slightest clue."
He held out the package which was wrapped in ancient brown paper in his burly paws, and Aviael tentatively grabbed a hold of it with her slender paw. Slowly, she found the seam in the paper and carefully unwrapped it and it fell crackling to the floor. It was a wooden box, and as she opened it, Aviael took a breath of surprise.
For inside rested a flute, a flute that had seen many years yet sill shone new. It was golden, yet, as she picked it up, is was light to the touch and warm in her paws. Placing it her lips she blew a note out, a note more beautiful than she could have ever created with her wooden flute. The note sliced threw the air and flew like a bird around the room until it faded away, and Aviael placed the flute back in its case, gently.
She looked up into her father's proud face, for he had never been able to master the ability to create music, and at last she whispered "Thank you."*

Aviael walked away from the town of Zar, and the last of the townsfolk waved her a cheery farewell as she bowed gratefully and repeated her thanks yet again.
Gliding over the ground she made way into the trees heading in the direction she had chosen to venture into. A brightly colored dress was adorned to the Cybunny, a special gift from one of the Zar's seamstresses along with many traveling goods. Not that she needed any, she thought to herself with a smile. She had lived on the wander for quite some time, many years now, but bread and treats were nice to have.
She picked up her flute, that was always dangling at her side attached to a belt that held other small things, and began playing a tune that she had made for the town of Zar. The notes described the people and the colors that were painted on the cottages and stores, the bright cheery faces and the exotic foods. The notes were the essence of the town and people, the music becoming all that she had seen.
Aviael always did this, though she never played the music for the townspeople themselves, only the surrounding wilderness would hear the tune glide threw the air.

Flames licked the night sky as Aviael finally made her camp for the day. She had changed back into her normal dress, which was short, light and flowed around her legs on the softest breeze. She lay at the fire's side on a patch of moss and leaves, and looked up at the twinkling stars that littered the black sky. The friendly sounds of the forest surrounded her, crickets fiddling, water splashing somewhere near and the buzz of fireflies.
She closed her eyes and let the sounds fill her, the night's rhythm vibrating her veins.
Suddenly she sat up, and stared at the dieing flames before picking up her flute that lay near her small pack of goods. How many times she had tried, she knew not, but...
Blowing out a few notes, she tried to capture the night within the rhythm of her flute, but it did not match. Aviael tried all night, blowing out notes and sounds, until her arms ached and her eyelids drooped. She had always enjoyed creating the essence of the towns and kingdoms she had visited, but yet of nature, the Cybunny lacked the ability. Closing her eyes, she listened instead, frustrated, allowing the sounds of the night to fill her once more.

A few months later, Aviael walked in on the outskirts of a Kingdom unknown to her, and outside the map of which her father had given her long ago. She was lightly dancing, stepping from foot to foot and humming a sweet song as she entered and came upon the first towns person. She was on the outskirts, and much of what surrounded her was flat farmlands, field upon fields of crops.
A Lupe was treading along the fence that surrounded a field of corn, and Aviael cheerfully walked up to him.
*"Good day, kind sir," Aviael greeted the farmer, who jumped as the Cybunny continued, "My name is Aviael, and I am a Traveler."*

The Lupe had turned around and looked at her, his eyes looking hazy, and he stood there in shabby grey cloths that were torn and tattered. He was dirty from head to toe and looked exhausted and his shoulders sagged under the weight of the baggage he carried on his back.
Blinking he mumbled, "Traveler? Who would want to travel here..."*
Aviael frowned, "Do you know of any place I could stay? I have been of the road for indeed, quite a while." She pulled out her flute that hung at her waist, "I can play for a place to sleep."*
He looked quizzically at her before staying softly, "You can stay with us, but you must stay out here until night falls when I can bring you in… without notice."*
He left, leaving the Cybunny utterly confused standing in the middle of open plains of corn that wavered in the wind.

The moon had risen and was shining down upon the earth when Aviael herd a faint rustling threw the stalks. She had sat down, leaning against a sturdy post of the weathered fence, and looked up to see the Lupe peering down at her. Without a word, he lead her quietly threw the endless fields and past darkly lit cottages. Yet, the whole town was shabby looking like the cloths of her guide, and the feeling of poverty clung to every turn and bend of the beaten dirty roads.
This was not the first time she had seen a town such as this; nor would it be the last. But it always made her want to help these people as she visited them. And she vowed she would help this poor Lupe in someway before she left.
At last, the Lupe lead her into a cottage were a thin cow was grazing nearby on beaten down grass. Inside, the room was simple furnished, a bed, a table and a few chairs. A lupess stood waiting for the two on a worn chair and hastily stood up.
*"I am Yona, Monoi's wife, welcome to our home," she said quietly.
Aviael bowed, "Thank you for taking me in a time of need, Yona. You may call me Aviael, but many have called me The Traveler." Seeing the Lupe's curious expresion, Aviael went on, "I travel the lands, going in directions unknown to me, bound to find kingdoms to explore. I want to see the world, explore cultures, seeing and living how everyone lives. What different groups wear, talk and do. How they spend their day, and what they love to do. In return I play, I play my home and love of music and share stories for all to tell through the melody and beat.
Now, here I find myself in a kingdom on farms and open grassy fields, in a small home with two Neopians who have opened their doors to a wanderer and outsiders."*
Aviael paused and smiled, "I am forever grateful."*
Yona looked away for a few seconds before saying, "Well, we welcome you to our home in Editon. But I regret to say, there is not much to our lives, for we are slaves."*

Aviael stood there, shocked.
Never, in all her years had she ever seen or herd of any slavery. She knew little of it, only that it simply didn't exist for it had disappeared from the world long ago. Her jaw had slightly opened before she quickly closed it, she stared at the two worn Lupes.
*"I was surprised you hadn't wanted to see the upper part of our kingdom; where our owners live." Monoi said with a tired sigh before sitting down, "Our kingdom is split in two, the slaves work the land and the owners live in inner city with..." he trailed off, a faraway look in his eyes.
*"Farmers we are, working day out, but you are welcome to stay here to see what we do." Yona said with a weak smile.

Aviael woke up stiff, for she was lying on the stiff dirt floor of the small home. A tattered blanket covered her, as she sat up, the Cybunny stretched her arms wide.
The sun had not risen, yet Yona was already awaken and was sitting beside a fire pit outdoors, creating a fire. Aviael slowly stood up and walked out into the fresh, cool morning air, walking upon cold dirt.
*"May I help?" Aviael asked as her eyes following the Lupe's movements.
*"Sure, if you would like, you may help me out today to see what my day is like, and tomorrow you may go with Monoi and the farmers." She said kindly. Yona walked into the small hut and came back outside a few minutes later holding up a dark brown dress, it was old, yet the simple design caught Aviael's eye.
*"You may want to dress in this to blend in...a bit better," Yona said uncertainly.
*"No, that's fine by me," Aviael said cheerfully, "Much better than I have had to put on before, you see I have been to many places and tried on many things, and some were, well what to call it, a bit odd? Who knows what they make cloth out of! "*
The two laughed, as they began to make breakfast as Aviael told tails of some of her encounters.

After Monoi had headed off with the other males in the area, Yona took the wash bin handle in one hand as Aviael clutched the other.

The two ventured to a small lake that was a few minutes walk away were a group of women were all standing at the shore, scrubbing cloths. Small children were playing in the water under the watchful eyes of the mothers.
As Aviael approached she noticed they all wore worn cloths on their skinny bodies, yet despite their sufferings they were talking merrily.
A kougress raised her worn paw and called out, "Hello, Yona, who is have you got with ye today?"*
They walked over to her, and placed the wash bin in the water before Yona stood up to greet the Kougra.
*"Hello, Maria." She turned to Aviael, "Aviael, meet Maria, Maria, Aviael. Avaiel is a traveler, she has come to learn of our kingdom"*

Maria smiled, "Hello dear. Come to learn, huh? I suppose you know of us as slaves, yet we manage to have a life too. " She gestured to the other women standing ankle deep in the lapping water, "Us here, usually are in charge of household chores and making cloth. The men are the farmers, quite simple really."*
Aviael picked up a dirty shirt and began to scrub it, "And what of the people in the city?"*
Maria's face darkened, "They sell our produce, and live in furnished homes. Though I know little of it, for we are not allowed to venture in there. They leave us to fend on our own, only with the guards over looking during the day."*

Yona added, "Though it isn't that bad, we do have our rules and deadlines for quantities of product. They could be worse, they could also torture us."*
Maria laughed, "Oh, Yona, always looking at the bright side, aren't you?"*

After the washing, the majority of the women went into a building with a dirt floor, which held a nasty smell indoors. Tall, rickety wooden contraptions stood in most corners with piles of wool in woven baskets at their sides.
The sun was up and it was starting to get warm, and as many women filled the room, things started to warm up quickly.
*"Weaving wool, I take it?" Aviael asked as she fingered some of the wool in a basket.
*"Today, we do. Tomorrow it is silk, or another day it is colored cotton. Only the best for city citizens," Maria said as she sat down and began to repair for her spinning, and the machine clicked away, and talked fluttered up, but it was quieter. Spinning required concentration, as the wool was folded into long stings of thread, smooth and neat, coiled onto the floor.
Aviael sat her own machine and sighed as she worked, she had never before met a group quite like this. The streets were dirty and lined with trash, the houses small and baked in the sun and smelled an awful stench. Yet, for the most part, they seamed cheerful. The Cybunny frowned, she had seen the grand buildings off in the distance, yet -- how could people be kept as slaves? It was awful, these citizens, who took all the produce yet gave nothing to these hard workers, leaving them to find time to create food for themselves. Yona had even said that, at times, it was hard to find time after working late into the night, for taking care of their food supply.
Aviael was sweating in the warm afternoon, and finding she could not help in any way after finishing her wool, she picked up her flute, and began to play soft notes - reflecting the summer's heat in the stuffy room.
Eyes darted at her at first, curious and surprised, but soon they leaped back to their work of spinning, yet the pumping of pedals all merged into one, tapping to the beat of the music.

At the end of spinning everyone pilled carts up with the yarn and cloths and pulled the carts down a mile or so of roads into the town square, where, others were gathering with a weeks worth of work. Grain sacks lined the main road, and in the center there was an opening where most of the goods were piled.
Aviael had lost sight of Yona and Maria, and wandered around looking at all the bundles of goods, it looked like a common market day.
Yet no one seamed happy.
The walked about, faces sullen, stacking food and goods here and there, and as Aviael glanced down the main road to the city, she saw a parade of wagons pulled by horses marching down the roads in the distance.
They were kicking up so much dust that she couldn't see much, but soon enough, she could see the lovely white horses pulling large carts.
It must be collection day, Aviael thought and she seamed to wilt. For she had seen all the women empty their homes of almost all their food and belongings to bring to the town square...
How could this be?

Clean men, standing in richly colored cloths rode the tall ivory horses. They sneered down at the dirty villagers, kicking them as they rode by, and cursing at the ones in the way. They were handing out something, which looked like grubby little of pieces of paper, yet they were the only paper the Cybunny had seen so far. One Krawk had stopped in front of her, and sneering, he missed her outstretched paw and dropped the paper and if floated to the floor where it was covered in dirt by the time she had picked it up.
Lists. That was what they were, requirements for the next pickup, outrageous, Aviael thought.
Yona appeared next to her in the beating sun, her brow furrowed as she peered at the paper, and Aviael asked "What happens if you do not meet the requirements...?"*
*"Uh..." She looked up, a little preoccupied, "The people who produced the least amount of goods are thrown in dungeons and that is what as much as I know. We never see them again," she said with a tired sigh.
But, it seamed, as the lists were circulated, that others seamed to think it was outrageous as well, and shouts of oaths were being flung across the summer air.
*"The lists are getting longer and harder to fulfill each week," Yona paused, "There has been talk of a rebel for years, yet it has never happened, and personally, if this keeps up, I can imagine seeing it in my lifetime-"*
She was cut off.
The crowd was growing restless...the feeling was vibrating in the sticky air. Shouts were getting louder, and Yona had a startled look on here face.
*"And I'm afraid you'll see it too...there was talk of meetings..."*
Hordes of people were rushing around her, pushing her aside, and Aviael looked at the people sadly.
They needed to be free, and a fight would take place, yet she disliked fights even for a good cause. Aviael was peaceful person, and here she was standing in a crowd that was about to revolt, and as someone shoved a shovel in her hand and was told to use it, she began to tremble with fear.

The villagers seamed to have been wanting to rebel for a long time, the feeling was thick in the air, and chaos seamed to reign over the crowd. Aviael dropped the shovel and it fell with a thud to the ground, unsure of what to do, while looking desperately for Yona, for she had disappeared.
The rebels went for the wagons and the guards, and the overwhelming number of men and women quickly over came the unprepared men on their might steeds. Though that was not to say that there was no struggle, for Aviael shuddered as she heard cries of pain coming from the thick of the crows.
She had no idea what was going on, and all she could think about was getting away from the crowd of people and panic clouded her mind. She pushed her way through sweaty bodies, fighting her way out and to safety, and her thoughts seam clouded as she tried to focus on what to do. Eventually she was able to rush down a small alleyway between two tall grey buildings in the square and where it was quite and dark. But even still, shouts were heard and the struggle still led strong.
Aviael slid down the wall, tilting her against the rough bricks as she sat. She had seen war; yes, she had seen fighting; yes. She was against it all, but it seamed odd for her to cower here when she should help these people fight against the injustice that ruled their lives. She sighed.
Oh how she wish she could just leave this place.
She shook heard head slightly, and her hand hesitated, hovering over her flute at her side touching the soft metal. She closed her eyes and placed the instrument to her face and blew a few soft notes. Instantly she was gone from the world she was in and washed up in the music she was creating, one with the sounds that vibrate in the air, becoming everything that made the music.
Then Aviael did what did best; she played of the town. She made it up as she went along, describing the town and the poorness, yet the warmth and family. The music spun the picture off the overlords in their fancy buildings and the long lists of demands. It also spoke of the joys and stories told around the fire after the farming was done, and how these people seamed to be happy though they lived a hard life.
Then she played of the very core, the essence of what made these people, these slaves, up. Aviael never knew how to describe it herself, but she knew that she was able to shape and tell of it through her music.
Aviael opened her eyes.
Why did everything seam...different?
There seamed be light that literally hung in the air, and all was silent, except for a faint humming that echoed everywhere. Aviael got up slowly and walked back towards the opening of the alley, and froze. She looked out at the fighting, but all was silent.
And the light, oh the light. It seamed to be everywhere, almost blinding the Cybunny. She started, and soon realized that the light was actually tiny strings that were attaching...everything and they gave off a bright glow making it nearly impossible to see the threads of light themselves. They moved with the people and wavered slightly, giving off a strong light.
Aviael looked down at her flute...why had she never played the song she wrote for whichever town she had visited for them? Something in her mind had always told her to keep it a secret, not as a bad thing, more like a memory to be stored away in her mind. She stared at the lines of light long and hard, for they connected to everything, but her. It was like a vast web, and she was on the outside. Why? Was this truly these people essence, connecting to everything, that she saw? Was she truly a wanderer and didn't connect to anything at all?
A rock flashed by her head, someone had thrown it, aiming for her, or perhaps not aiming at no one all, she didn't know.
Either way Aviael jumped and screeched, "Stop!" and fell to the dirty ground, covering her head with her arms.
A tear slid down her face and landed in the ground, and for the slightest second, when the salty water meet the earth it flashed brighter light, then vanished.
In that moment she understood.
She was a part of the earth itself, which connected to everything.
She looked up, and saw, with confusion, saw that timed had literally stopped. The scene had frozen before her, and as Aviael stood and walked over warily, she saw that the strings of light were more defined, clearer. She could see all what was in each line, which connected to each person, making them up, each line of light a different trait of sorts. She frowned slightly. So far she had tried to stay away from the lines, which was not easy, because they connected to the buildings are trees along with the people. She raised a hand now, slowly and meant to touch the, but as soon as she got close, she felt her hand burn and fly backwards of its own accord. The soft humming that filled the air was now louder, but it was a deep rich sound, and words echoed in Aviael's mind. Freedom...
She looked at the young man standing next to her, as still as a stone statue, for the words seamed to echo from his mind across to hers. His faced was etched with a look of fury, but sadness was in the shadows of his eyes, which started unblinkingly forward.
Aviael started away at first, but then looked back, at all was before. She had to do something, and quickly.
Not quite sure what she was even doing herself, Aviael picked up her flute and walked over to the main group of people, including the rich and overlords. The ties of the city folk led down the road in a simmering haze, disappearing into the city itself, no doubt leading to all the other who lived there, frozen in time as well.
Aviael cleared her mind, picked up her flute and let the soft notes blow, warming herself up. She lead straight back into her song of essence for these people, letting the notes fly over the square, where they seamed to be absorbed in to the lines of light, causing the things to shine even brighter.
And then she tried something she had never tried before, she put her own thoughts into the music. Her thoughts of freedom for the slaves, for equality, peace, and last of all; love. Her thought soared in the music, seamed to beat across the air in the beat where they were absorbed into the essences of them all. She put down her flute when she was done, and saw her own thoughts soar down the lines and the lines leading down to the city, cause them to turn from white to green. She smiled, know that all these people, when they awoke, would be completely different from what they were minutes ago.
She smiled and said softly, "Be free my friends."*
Then feeling utterly exhausted, Aviael collapsed there on the ground.

The first thing she saw, after her eyes fluttered open, was the dirty ceiling of Yona and Monoi's home. As she looked around she saw new cloth standing in the corner of the room.
She got up and fingered the soft material and looked up at a voice, "It's a start at least. We will be moving soon, into a larger house. Monoi left to plot the land."* Aviael didn't look surprised, and Yona continued, "No one is quite sure what happened. It seams the towns people yielded easily, and gave us our freedom, if we agreed to continue to work the lands, but they will allow us pay and do as we wish."*
She paused paused and looked at Aviael, "You were out for five days, we found you out cold, but couldn't figure out what caused it..." but then she rushed over and gave Aviael a tight hug, "Thank you so much...for whatever you did."*

Aviael looked behind her, at the small buildings, in the distance. But she turned around slowly and looked before her...the open plains, and in the distance, trees. And possibly, some unknown peoples in those trees? She played her flute as she walked along, but never did she try again to mimic the sound of nature in her music. She was part of the music the earth played herself, adding to the many things already in the air...
And where ever she went, she would play her music, for any to hear. For these kingdoms, where their shared their essences, for they were alike in so many ways, yet they were individuals who were connected. But Aviael always stood apart, a travel, forever she went, she was apart of earth, and she wanted to see every part of it.

Kaiio| the silent
Kay-i-oh // brown faellie

Kaiio is a curious Faellie, who matches her owner's curiosity. When she comes across new peoples are things, she runs up to it, and will examine whatever quite thoroughly.
Aviael loves her friend, for she is always somewhere near her side. Kaiio, however, was once wild. Aviael had fallen asleep in the outskirts of a kingdom called Niou. She had awoken in time to see a brown Faellie scurry out of sight, leaving behind a small pillow of moss it had been making for her.
Soon after, Kaiio became brave and made friends with Aviael and has
never left her side since...

Aviael's eyes fluttered open, and she stared at the blurry camp she had made the previous night. Sitting up slowly, clearing her eyes, the Cybunny stretched after the long nights sleep, then standing up to take in her surroundings in the early morning sunlight.
It was small clearing, pine needles littered the forest floor and the rich smell of evergreens filled the air as the trees themselves towered over her. She had guessed this forest to have seen well over five hundred years of tree life, for some of the trunks and branches reached higher than she could see. The glowing embers of a sleeping fire still flickered in the small fire pit, and lying next to was a simple deer hide bag and pile of moss on which Aviael had slept on.
*"Kaiio?" Aviael called out for her little Faellie as she walked into the cover of trees, "Where have you gotten off to this time, my friend?"*
When the was no response, she shrugged, for the timid little autumn colored Faellie had often gone off wandering at time like this.
Gathering dry sticks and branches, Aviael returned to the fire pit with her arms stretched high with grayed firewood. She set to work rekindling the fire, and preparing for breakfast, pulling out smoked meat from her pack and raspberries that she had picked the other day.
Still looking at her work of cooking the meat Aviael called out yet again in a ringing voice, "Kaiio, breakfast is soon!"*
After a few minutes, she sat back on her knees and frowned to herself. Her young friend had incredible hearing, being able to hear water gurgling miles away on the travel, Kaiio was sure to be able to hear the Cybunny's call from the camp.
Aviael took a strip of meat and chewed it thoughtfully, deciding to wait until she started to set off again before becoming to worried.

A strip of meat laid on rock, cooling of rapidly. The camp had been broken up; the fire was scattered about and all of Aviael's belongings were now in her pack, it appeared as if no one had been there before.
Yet, Kaiio still hadn't shown up.
Aviael paced around nervously, unsure of what to do, and every once in while uselessly calling out her name.
Pausing, she sighed, and picking up the meat, the Cybunny rolled it up and placed it in the pack. She ventured into the dense cover of the trees, calling out Kaiio's name, circling the area.
At last, Aviael decided her attempts were useless, she had been going all morning, all she could do now was go ahead in the direction she had been traveling, hoping that they Faellie would catch. She was devastated that she had lost her one friend and companion on her many adventures and if Kaiio didn't back...

Aviael pushed past the thinning brush, as she traveled across thick grasses and sharp pine cones mixed in with needles. It would be still a while until the sun set, but the sun light was shrinking, withering away fast. Aviael hadn't been able to tell much of the weather earlier, being under the cover of trees, but she knew it had been sunny enough.
So when she finally reached the edge of the forest where the plant life melted into a shallow lake, she nearly took a step back. The sky was a deep purple, dark grays and blues mixed together to make towering clouds that covered the land. The wind had started to pick up, tossing the lake water angrily in all directions, whipping Aviael's hair in her face and eyes, making it hard for her to take things in.
The air felt rigid and filled with energy, feeling this, the Cybunny prepared to make a hasty camp.
Poor Kaiio... she though sadly, stuck in this weather.
Aviael rarely ran into large, raging storms, but she had been on her own long enough to know what to do. She scrambled around and dig herself into a thicket of bushed, scratching herself and getting caked in dirt, but it would help her attempt to keep dry.
There was a sharp crack of thunder, like a drum echoing across the mighty sky, then the rain came. It came down it sheets, soaking the Cybunny at once, chilling her to the bone. The dirt that made up much of forest floor quickly soaked up the water, transforming itself into mud, as large leaves fell down quickly under the weight of the water and force of the wind. The wind was nasty, blowing braches haphazardly to the ground, and the trees tipped in dangerous angels.
And that's when she herd it.
A soft cry that was quickly erased by the howling wind, but it was there all the same. Aviael listened hard, and the distant cry repeated itself.
The Cybunny hesitated, as much her cover wasn't the best, it was protecting her rather decently. She sighed and stood up, stretching her aching joints that had felt frozen, narrowing her eyes against the wind, and fallowing the cries.
Aviael searched, battering the wind, feeling cold and wet, until she found it. A young Aisha was crouching a the very edge of a drop off of about thirty feet into the shores below, and hovering above it on the rocks above, was a pack of prowling wolves. Her heart sank. These wolves were no doubt hungry and had been after the Aisha all day, stalking it quietly, waiting for the perfect chance to capture their dinner.
But Aviael had to do something. No one deserves to be left abandoned, she thought as she looked up the steep cliff.
Eyeing the pack of animals wearily, the Cybunny started for the base of the cliff and began the climb it slowly. It was hard work; it was a vertical surface that curved up and out words like a ocean wave, and Aviael had hard to finding ledges and handholds. Her heart was beating fast by the time she had reached the first outcropping, and as she pulled herself over, she stopped to rest. A shaggy, drenched, wolf had stopped her first, and he growled deeply at the Cybunny.
Aviael froze, her golden eyes locked on the beasts, and the child cried even louder at the approaching animals.
*"Shush, dear, its all right." She said softly as she quietly moved closer to the quivering Aisha.
But nothing is all right, she thought bitterly, for Aviael had left her pack at the camp, not wanting to have to hall it around in the rain. Even if she had, she was no match for the half dozen hungry wolves.
She tensed, and thought of the only one thing she could do. Impossible, music isn't a knife or a weapon. But shaking her head hopelessly, she grabbed her flute at her waist, where is always dangled.
As soon as she placed the instrument to her lips, her quivering hands stilled, and she closed her eyes in concentration. She blew a few notes at first, unsure of what to do. Her eyes fluttered open, and she glimpsed the pack, who had stopped as one, and twelve amber eyes were staring at her in confusion. Aviael closed her eyes once more, and the notes came at her in a rush.
She played of the raging storm, of the howling wind and the answering thunder, the dark skies and the twirling branches. She played on and on, never stopping, but she as she played she opened her eyes, and saw, to her relief, the wolves had gone. Yet, she still played, a bit scared to stop. Aviael knew that the flute was different, but she knew not of its abilities.
The rain still lashed her face, but now the sheets had become a soft sprinkle, softly washing her face. Smiling, she looked down at the young Aisha who was clutching her legs hopelessly.
He looked up at her in wonder and whispered, "You can do magic?"*
Aviael laughed and didn't respond, for a small autumn colored bundle of fur was tightly clinging to his midriff, under his torn coat, which suddenly turned bright eyes on her. The Faellie climbed out, and Kaiio crawled up onto Aviael's shoulder.
The Cybunny beamed down at the Aisha, taking his hand and saying, "I believe your town is not far from here, I would love to visit it."*