Haven Feriah. Alive and Well.

[Haven Feriah]

Evil was alive and well, stirring horrific plots in cauldrons of despair and corruption. All around, the realm took contaminating breaths and purity and good suffered. A coming war was in the air, or perhaps, a long, enduring one still remained.

But some remained untouched. Somehow, their eyes shielded from the filth of the land. And Haven Feriah was one so lucky.

The night was lit well by a full moon, reflecting across a small lake. Delicate fingers drew ripples into the water’s surface across the moon and blackened sky, kept airborne by magnificent wings. Beyond the lake, on all sides, were beautiful, healthy forests. This is where Haven Feriah most often played.

Only a couple short years ago, she’d been growing in her wings, and such a painful, traumatic experience it had been. Worth it? Definitely. Though they were still fragile, but easy to recover, just like the rest of a child’s body. No longer a little girl, in her mind, she was almost ten years old. Nine and one half! And while she wasn’t truly the woman she someday might become, given the opportunity, given the purity she still kept, she did have the child-like beauty of an angel, even though she wasn’t one. A half-breed. Often a fairly dangerous situation, really. Angels were rarely subject to taints of the world. Half-breeds, well… they were unpredictable; geared toward goodness and yet capable of some great malevolence. This was exactly why she preferred to remain apart from most others, in the hopes that she was lost to any evil who sought a half-breed.

And for the last two years, she’d been successful in her claim to near-solitude, and enjoyed the freedom of flight.

Some parts of Ayenee were wracked with impending doom. But here, for Haven, all was well and good.

 

[Tifferzzz]

Talons bore shallow graves in the softened earth that was still saturated with the previous eve's rain. A trail of tear shaped prints followed the being as it sat sheltered and hidden within the grasp of the forest's dark hands. From the depths of the shadows with eyes that glistened like crystals of a thousand colors, the being remained ever still in watching the floating child as she taunted the lake with a single digit.

An angelic child floating with heavenly beauty that moved about as if nothing matter and that time did not exist.

For now the being remained as a silent watcher, inquiring nothing aloud but pondering over every possible scenario of the purpose of this angel-child.

 

[Haven Feriah]

For Haven, time indeed did not exist. Whether this be that she were truly immortal by blood and fortune, or because she were simply a child who could not fathom meeting her end, life was forever in her mind.

All the days and nights to squander playing and enjoying the world for what it was, she was simply lost in the reverie.

The tip of her finger lifted from the water, dried by the wind as she pulled up from the surface of the water. Heavenward the wings fluttered, powerful strokes against what little breeze there was. Toward the moon, the dark sky, how close she was to consider that perhaps she could reach out to touch the curtain of darkness above. Then those white, pearly wings paused, and in midair, she fell, wings extended to slow her descent. Free falling; back toward the earth, the water, but she would pull herself up again only a matter of feet from slamming into the lake. Once again, she drifted across it, dipping the tip of her finger to tease, a trail across the surface.

 

[Tifferzzz]

The exquisite nature of control that the child possessed amused the hidden watcher. He stood in wait and questioned if there were a further purpose to her presence here, but as time continued to pass, it seemed that her being here was just as simple as that. She had no agenda, no purpose, but to exist at this moment, in this place. It was a delightful quality that many people had lost. It seemed that each person and entity always had to have a reason to be moving. A reason to be talking. No one was ever still long enough to just appreciate the beauty of what existed beyond technology and time.

The large body lay itself upon the ground, still covered like a blanket beneath the shadows. With the head tilted slightly, a voice emerged from the shadows. Deep, husky, and male in origin rippled from the blackness like waves from the ocean. "Praytell. What is a child...nay an Angelic child...doing in a place such as this?"