smoking cigarettes on the roof

Aia was very much a little fairy. A gypsy. She floated from place to place, drifting on the wind. Her course could change on a whim. This way of living allowed the girl to see such beautiful things. Sights that others may never see due to the hustle and bustle of everyday life. The world moved so quickly... That was why Aia chose to move slowly within it.

Today the tiny purple fae was nestled in the crook of tree roots. She stared up through the foliage where shafts of sunlight shone through the trees. Motes of dust danced through the air, making it look as though it was snowing gold. It took her breath away with its beauty. The moment was perfect... until it wasn't.

Loud cursing brought blue eyes widening, Aia's attention immediately pulled away. Her gaze landed on the form of another wolf. It was larger than she was, but that was no great feat. As the wolf lifted its paw, Aia could see the blood dropping from it. "Oh!" She cried out, leaping to dark paws. "You're hurt! Let me help you!" Aia immediately scanned the area and started gathering supplies, assuming that ther other girl wouldn't deny the offer.

"Aia Indarra"