Astalder on his back in the Debon Plains, gazing at the orange horizon. These Plains brought back many memories. Many memories indeed. In his head he pictured his love, Lilith and where she could have possibly gone off to. She did leave him a note, telling him she would be gone, but would return soon. He didn't have to worry about her being kidnapped. He was, however, worried that she might have been hurt along her journey. It seemed whenever he was around her, Lilith would get hurt. It was usually his fault for her injuries too. He thought of what Lilith could possibly see in him. He wasn't really good at anything but playing his harp. He was bad with words most of the time, and wasn't the greatest looking man in Imythess. If she ever returned he'd be sure to ask her this.
Astalder sat up, spreading his Winter Wings as far as they could go, then folded them back onto his back. His blade lay next to him in it's uniquely shaped sheath. It was shaped to perfectly hold his sabre snug in its leather. There was no wind, but his long golden hair blew back is if a breeze was around. It was a sign that he was a Storm Kindler. He pulled out his harp and ran his fingers up the strings, going from a low sound, to high. He played a couple of chords and was satisfied by the sound. Everything seemed in tune. He began playing an epic tune. Starting in a harsh minor key, then slowly fading to a soft and sweet major key.
Across the sky, Astalder found a very distant gryphon flying about the clouds weaving through a basket of air. The gryphon was getting bigger now, and soon Astalder realized that it wasn't a gryphon at all. It was a small pegasus type creature. It was never to far away either, its size was just so small that it seemed to be very far away. Astalder's depth perception must have fooled him.
The little horse flew around his had cooling him a bit with its tiny wings. Astalder chuckled and let up his hand, allowing the mythical creature a landing pad. The horse landed lightly on his palm. He pulled closer to his face to get a better look. It was a snow white horse with a shining silver mane and tail. The wings as well were white, glistening with sparkles of silver dust. The horse nuzzled at his cheek. Astalder exhaled a soft whisper "Wow... You are the most amazing creature I've ever seen..."

Amy had been traveling for sometime. She was not familiar with this area. She wondered if she would ever meet anyone. As she came upon a tree, she sat down and rested. Sighing, she heard someone talking. Amy stood up quietly and slowly, her hand on the tree trunk, and saw the beautiful mystical creature, and the man that was next to it. She stood there in the darkness, just watching them. She didnt know what to do.. either walk over or walk away. She knew that she had to make a choice. After a few moments of thinking, she decided to wait and watch a little longer. Her light brown eyes starred at them, watching, listening. The wind picked up, and her long, black, dress fluttered through the air.

She was growing inpatient of waiting, so she walked away from the trees, and away from the shadows. She got her dagger in her hand, and put her hand behind her. She was ready if something were to happen.

Amy stood there, waiting, watching.

((Sorry that it isnt longer.... Im not the best roleplayer out there... :/ ))

((OOC: Lol, don't worry about it. Sorry this took so long for me >_>))

Astalder heard the footsteps a mile away. His ears were keen from being in very quite places. Either that, or the one approaching was young, not quite a stealth master. But she had shown herself, so Astalder guessed it wasn't an attack. When she stood their before him, emotionless he smiled. "Isn't beautiful?" he asked raisng his hand for him to take off. He expected the horse to leave, but it hadn't. He flew around his head a couple of times and landed back on his shoulders. It seemed to be bounded to him. Could it be he had his very on familiar?
The girl that stood there motionless still had the same blank look on her face. Astalder stood up and extend his arm to her. "My name's Astalder, care if I ask for yours?" He'd never seen this girl before. He peered into her eyes and penetrated her thoughts ever so shallowly to try and find surface thoughts. He didn't want to try to read her every thought and desire she would know if he was doing this. He was just trying to read surface thoughts which was practically unpredictable, yet it was also inaccurate sometimes or he wouldn't be able to find any. That was just it, he couldn't read her thoughts. He still held her gaze however. There was no wind or breeze what so ever yet his hair was being blown back as if a hurricane had it. He hoped, in case this was an attack, that this confused or intimidated the girl. Astalder loved fooling with minds of others.

She looked at the Fae Horse, and smiled. "Yes. It is."

After looking at the horse fly, her attention went to Astalder as soon as he began to speak. Amy then was confused. She was so confused, she didnt know why she was confused. She shook her head, and thought about his question. If he was able to tell his name, then she was sure she could tell him her name. "Amy."
She gazed into his eyes, as he did. She stared for a few moments. Then closed them, her mouth opening, making a small breath come out, then pulling her head back. "Im sorry... I was.." She paused for a moment, opened her eyes again, and then continued. "Getting Dizzy. Yes...Dizzy."

Astalder smirked, his little mind tricks had worked, though she didn't seem to pose as a threat to him. He stared once more at his Fae and pondered what he could call his newly found pet. He dwindled on one thing, but no it was too foolish. Although, even without the memory of her, it was a very pretty name. He turned to the girl.
"Amy huh? It's nice to meet you," he gave Amy a warm smile and bowed, kissing her on the hand. He straightened up and asked, "What do you think? Do you like the name Lilith, for this tiny pegasus?" He supposed is she ever returned, it would be a pleasant surprise for her. He looked over the horizon, a couple of aggresive gryphons quarelled by the horizon. He made sure to keep a close eye on them.