Oppel sliced through the wind in the form of a hawk as he flew high over the crashing waters of sea below. The ocean usually seemed to have a wind that lingered above, but the day seemed calmer than usual.

Oppel landed on one of the small grouped islands, and returned to his normal form. He had heard about the herbs and other vegetation that grew here, and hoped to return with some specimens. However something else about the isles caught his attention. The tranquil, peaceful feeling that he longed for seemed to be where he was standing. Only the ocean waves could be heard as he walked around, gazing about the area. It was the perfect place for a soul to come and just think. Oppel felt this time to himself was just what he needed, as he had many things on his mind. The most troublesome of course was something that the commoners called love. The mischievious feeling seemed to be only true in tales, however many people claimed to have experienced the feeling they referred to as greater than all others. He had been alive for more than two hundred years, but still no love to claim. He sat upon the rugged terrain out to sea, and wondered if love was ever part of a divine leader's life, or if it he would ever feel this emotion.

It had been very difficult to find a ride from anyone willing to come to these desolate islands, but Zayna had finally managed to pay her way into getting one. Granted that the man who had given her the ride was awful at boating, and had gotten them both nearly killed against the rocks, she was finally here. She had long looked upon the distant islands and wondered what lay there.

She was quite tired, seeing as she had been drained by having to walk quite a distance to find anything that looked interesting. She hoped she did not come here for no reason at all. There had to be something of interest to see, and even if there wasn't, at least she would get to tell people about a new place she had visited.

The wind lightly tosses her dark locks about her face and she pushes them away with a frail hand. It appeared that her skin was white, almost the color of the sand on the beach she had gone past a while back. Her frame was small, and if the wind picked up enough, it appeared as if she might simply blow away into the wind. Frail as she was, she had a strong mind for things. Although she rarely spoke her mind on matters that were of importance. She hated to get caught up in other people's matters if they didn't concern her.

Eyes of a colorless hue scan the area ahead, and to her surprise, she notices another upon the beach. Her large eyes widen considerably and she pauses, wondering if the person ahead was a pirate. She had heard many tales of them, and knew they were to be feared. She hoped for her sake it wasn't a pirate...but then again, don't pirates have crew members and a ship? None of which did she see around her. So she continues on, but is wary of this person. Perhaps they knew more about this island then she did. Maybe they had something of use...she hoped they weren't doing anything too important. She didn't want to be a bother.