Flying high in the sky upon his light-weight wings, Erigolas thought to himself...

The wind is whispering, the sky is bright, the coulds are lofting, and the day is ripe...

He looked at the trees, low on the mountain, he looked at the snow, high on the mountain, and he looked at the city, glazed with both snow and forest. Erigolas didn't live there, he didn't really live anywhere, though he sometimes stayed with the elves in Norwood, and sometimes with the Elves high in the Citadels on top of the mountains.

He looked below and saw someone staring at him, he was not too sure of who it who it was though.

Indeed a pair of hazy purple eyes had lain their gazes upon Dearest Sir Erigolas, though hardly had she the power to know his name! A wandering Witch, follower of faith and living on the mere ambition that with a good life brings a good death and a good afterlife, free of sin, and full of wonder. Wonder that had seemingly split today from the 'catacombs' of that hooded cloak she always wore. It was the only thing left in her family after the passing of her father, twas his, and it was all she had left in his memory. Her eyes, wouldn't even peer passed the darkness of that black cloak, her appearance threatening, menacing, and strangely mysterious with that oddly shaped staff she carried, broken off a fallen limb of an oak. She held it dear with her, as it had fallen just as she had come to this new land, and she took it for a sign from Mother Goddess and Father God, believing they had given her this staff as a gift and a way to show they appreciate her worship and thanks to them, she held it dear to her, though to many it looked a weapon.

Her nature what not of her looks, many beads adorned her hair, hundreds, actually. Of Greens, Blues, Reds, and Whites. The four elements, and Symbols of her Lords and Lordess's. Long black locks that spilled aside the hood that hid her entire face. She was as tall as most males as well, standing a good 5'7 and lean from starving on the streets, singing and performing for what little money she could squander. But somehow, luck had her in this town, she was finding money all over, and she held it as a sign of good fortune.

She stood still, nearest the top of the mountain she could go, her sandles digging into her feet more so than she would have liked, and she could feel the warm trickle of blood between her toes, where she'd cut her foot on a rock, though it pained her not, right now, the numbness from walking had dulled the pain to nothingness. But her stillness was more in wonder, her curious nature acting up, in utter awe rather than exhaustion, for...she had never seen a man fly before. Or at least, what she took for a man. Being a quiet one she didn't call out, just standing and staring, not bothering to block out the sun as she stared right into it, looking at this man...who soared above the clouds like an eagle in the morning sun. And with all the question on her face... She gazed, not once leaving his figure alone from her preening eyes, pride? Was this a God? Or merely a new kind of creature she had yet to encounter, she had seen creatures fly, but never ones that looked so...so...human...

Rayven was walking along a path with his owl on his shoulder. He fed it a small rat as he noticed the witch gazing at the elf-like creature. The sight of this amused him, and he couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. Flying was nothing special to him, as he had done it and seen it often in many of his travels. Sure though, not many elves were among those he had seen. He began to walk in the direction of the witch.

Rayven: Hello, fair lady! Can I help you with something? Or ar you just gazing aimlessly? Surely you have seen a person fly before?

Erigolas heard the voice from below, not far from where he was, if he were standing in that exact spot on the ground, but he was well in the air and enjoying it.

He swooped down and landed with a quite thump on the ground in front of the woman in black, his wings shifted as he landed, giving him a mystical look, and they were loose off to the sides of his body. His hair was tied back into a ponytail, the way he liked it, and he was enjoying the amusment the woman found in him.

Ahah! A flying creature... May I see the owl? he asked the man. I walked over to him and bowed deeply, My name is Erigolas Freespirit... he said, then bowed to the woman... May I have your names? he asked.

By something unknown she couldn't help but let her jaw slack at the impressive landing, but as the man spoke she was viciously dragged from her dream world where elves could fly, way back to this little scape of reality...where...well, apparently, elves could fly. She put on a smile for a split second, then a confused look, that could be interperated as confusion of...how he flew, or, why she smiled.

Meeting new people...this is good, be calm Raven...

She looked at the ground and got her emotions in order before tilting her head back up and raising slender digits to her hood, letting it fall out of respects for friendly people. She grinned again, a friendly smile as she curtsied back to the man who had so formally bowed, it was in an instant she recognized him for an elf by the ears, though didn't comment or feel the need to verify, he did...fly after all.

"Raven..." She stuttered. "Raven Leatherbane." Pausing she wanted to hit herself for choking on words, it had been so long she'd held a conversation with, well, anyone. "But...but you can call me Rae." She forced a grin at her own slightly retarded bit of 'humor'? Could she call falling all over herself in awe of an elf flying through the clouds like a griffon or a hawk, of course she had seen man like things fly but they never turned out to be a man or an elf, if she wasn't mistaken, books said it was quite the little trick but it was possible. She had just never seen anything like it before, it kind of caught her flat.

Though she gathered her tongue after a moment as if not to make things awkward and went completely off the wall out of character for her being the quiet one usually and ranted out a bit.

"Terribly sorry for that, its nice to meet you Sir Freespirit, and as well you sir. I don't believe I have ever seen Elven folk fly... Startled me thats all. Not to be redundant my good Sirs...But your name? Or should I call you Mr. Owl?"

She bit herself for that one, that was pushing the line of her own sanity, had she lost it? She wasn't funny, anything of a comedian, she was the weird kid in the back of the teachers room reading over heaps of books and muttering spells outloud as she read though accidentally casting and making a mess of something. Yes clutsy, clumbsy, and perhaps even odd could describe her. But in this instance she had been nothing but a complete moron, and she bit herself for it.

Stupid stupid stupid...

"My appologies...your the first people I've met here really...I'm nervous thats all..."

Rayven smiled. He did not think of Rae's joke as bad, but rather showing that Rae wanted to make friends. He looked over to his shoulder and pet the owl. While petting it, he looked back to Rae.

Rayven: Nothing to worry about, miss. Th' owl's name is Rainey. An my names' Rayven. How are is there anything I can help you with? I mean, flying is not nearly as hard as it looks.

Rayven looked over to Erigolas. He smiled as he let the owl jump from his shoulder to his hand.

Rayven: And how do you do sir? I don't believe I have seen many of your kind before.