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Trina shook her head softly. "No...you are much more than just odd." She said softly, nearly to herself. His comment about the rain, gets him a thoughtful look, and Trina speaks again. "Wonder all you like...one cannot create water...it's merely there...following..." She snaps back to attention, dark eyes widening ever so slightly. Not like her to say things without thinking about them. Especially in English. That last word had just...made itself. Trina seems to study him even closer. “I suppose I’ll see you around then.” She murmured finally, walking past him calmly, silently. Were he to turn around, he would find only an empty path, and the rain would gradually lessen. It could be seen falling further ahead, and one could only assume that’s where Trina was.

“Didn’t anyone tell you not to talk to strangers little girl?” The deep, gravelly voice cut into Trina’s thoughts, and the woman’s gaze lifted from the path to the scene ahead of her- A large, burly man with a sword held a little girl by her collar, her feet above the ground. Trina stared, eyes lightening to blue around the edges. “…stop.” She said softly, the rain catching up with her, falling spastically in tune with her anger. The man turned his head, smiling unpleasantly. “Come to join our party miss?” He sneered, and Trina felt her anger rise. It was a righteous anger though, the only kind Trina ever felt. A child was in danger; innocence was something that must be protected. The child whimpered, giant blue eyes glued to the man. “Let her go.” Trina said, just as soft, but dangerously. “And if I don’t?” He returned, still sneering at her, eyes raking over her features. Trina drew herself to her full five feet of height, shoulders straight. “Then you die.” She said simply, and the man laughed. He dropped the kid, who crawled behind a tree, small sounds of distress issuing from her, but the man took no notice. He advanced on Trina, who stood perfectly still, waiting. “And you would be the cause of that death?” He asked sarcastically. Trina said nothing. Suddenly the man’s hand shot towards her throat, but Trina was faster. She stepped back, and the rain drops suddenly grouped and fell onto the man, a literal wall of water. Without Trina’s influence, the rain returned to normal, revealing the man lying on his stomach, motionless. Trina heard a faint cry of fear from behind a tree, and looked up to see the little girl staring at her. “I-is he dead?” She whimpered, and Trina stepped forward, leaning down to feel for the man’s pulse. He still had one. “No. He’ll wake up soon.” Trina told her, standing up again as the little girl neared. She was small, maybe six or seven, with pale blonde hair that reached her waist, and blue eyes that seemed much too large for her small face. Her skin was paler than seemed healthy, and Trina noticed she was shivering, soaked. Trina unfastened her cloak and handed it to her, and the little girl wrapped it around her shoulders, letting the rest drag on the ground. “I’m Trina.” Trina said softly, offering the girl a faint smile. “I-I’m Elise…” The girl stuttered, extending her small, pale hand, which Trina shook gently in her own. “Who cares for you Elise?” Trina asked, and the little girl hugged the cloak around herself tighter. “M-my m-mom and d-d-dad. We l-live in a c-c-cabin…” She pointed down the path, and Trina started walking, the girl next to her. “T-thank you for s-s-saving m-me.” She said, and Trina nodded. The cabin came into view, and Trina glanced at the little girl again. “You should not wander alone. It’s dangerous.” The little girl said nothing, just looked at the ground. They reached the cabin, and a woman with Elise’s blonde hair burst through the door, wrapping the little girl in a tight hug. She was crying. Trina merely took a step back, prepared to leave, when a man exited as well. Trina blinked. He had orange ears and a tail, just like Maara’s. His hair was a deeper orange, freckles evident on his face. He looked…he looked like Maara. He did. “Thank you!” He burst, seizing Trina’s hand and shaking it. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The woman pushed past him, holding Elise in her arms. “My baby…you brought me back my baby…” She whispered, clasping Trina’s shoulder. Uncomfortable with all the gratitude, Trina slipped loose. “…You’re very welcome. I should be…” She said slowly, but they were already pulling her inside, no matter what she said.

Trina walked without destination, the falling rain light and pleasant. She wore a baggy brown sweater and a pair of jeans, which made her look slightly smaller somehow. It wasn’t often Trina wore anything other than her cloak and torso armor. Her hair was left down as it always was. The neck of the sweater was too big for Trina’s throat too, and even though it was a turtle neck one could see the edge of blue at it’s collar. Trina had worn the sweater and jeans to conceal the blue marks. The night had been filled with memories of the past, horrible and terrifying…how frustrating she could do nothing about them. She was forced to relive them, but could take no action to prevent what was happening. Her face took on a look of hopelessness for the barest of moments, and then was clear again. Dark eyes watched the path without really seeing it. Why am I still here? I have failed my purpose…why do I continue to exist? When may I return to the waters that made me? I don’t want to watch as my friends grow old…I don’t want to see Maara die. To be trapped forever in youth…even if my mind grows old, I shall stay the same. Who would want this? Trina’s hands rested in her pockets, clever inventions humans had made to store things in. Trina had no use for such things, but could appreciate them all the same. She stopped in her tracks, struck momentarily stupid by her own strange train of thought. And this! A shattered mind I cannot control! Pockets? Why think of pockets now? There are more important things! But too late, Trina feels her mind drift away again, leaving her with her usual state of contentment and confusion, oblivious to the thoughts of a few minutes ago. Trina smiled absently, thinking, of course, about pockets.

((*Looks around for random people in the woods*))

And of course, to interrupt poor River's thinking, Trina happens by. The rain fades away immediately, since Trina has no wish to disturb the woman. "River?" She asks, happy to have come across her, even if she's not sure why she's out here. Then again, Trina liked to watch the sky too.

Did she wrong or mistake a shadow for Trina yet again? It was possible seeing as she doesn't really pay much attention when she was out in the grassy area's. No matter.
Standing she huffled a sigh shuffling across the ground to find whom she was looking for. Kaden. The small Boy ran off a while ago more then likely tring to find something to do while he was away from Sasori, who he called his brother lover. River didn;'t understand such nick names seeing as she never used them personaly only to that one old man that was Tomo's father, which was strange.

Trina twirled in midair, her irredescent wings shimmering colors like oil, the softly falling rain dancing right along with her as she spun and dived and flew up again. One might notice that her eyes were closed, a smile on her lips as she flew.

*Moving fluidly from tree to tree in the darkness, Torret followed and watched Sapphire as she left the Muffin and headed into the forrest. With the clouds in the sky, it was nearly a starless night and the light of the moon was nowhere in sight. For now he continued to follow and watch her, contemplating as they went.*