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-From ontop of a small hill Skywize slowly notices a town, as he nods a bit.- "Finally I might have found something from all this venturing." -Unaware of his exhaustion he falls to the ground with his right leg still caught up in Quazo's saddle. The lizard quickly stops, as Skywize's body is hurled several hundred feet from the lizard. Skywize lays there motionless, as the lizard begins to walk away.-

"Why don't you just have your wings out all the time? I don't see why you should have to have them covered up all the time. But uh... Yeah, you might still want to wear something that covers up your chest." Devasad finished, looking more intently at his toes.

"There's a tailor's down the road, who might be able to help you out. I think her name is Nera, or something close to that. I hear she's quite a popular choice for customised clothing. I'm sure she'll have no problem with accommodating your wings." Looking up from his toes in the water, he quickly scanned the square. "You.. uh.. might want to head there sharpish. I can see a few scandalised looks from some of the populace here. I might just head back to Sapphire River now." Trying to remember, he looked at the woman next to him. "You're at Sapphire Springs right? If you want, I can hang about and give you a ride down there?"

"Though my father is human, I cannot understand why your race and others are so insistat upon covering your bodies. Were you not born naked as the earth? And when you die, shall your worthless linens not deteriorate faster than the clothes Mother Earth adorned upon and intended you to wear? As I said, this notion of restraining gramets I understand not," Pili said shaking her head. Nearly everyone was staring at her, and those who were not either could not see her or were trying very hard not to look. "And yes, I think it would be very nice to get a ride from you. I'm a bit tired from the trek here."

Pili made her way to the seamstress, a little plump human woman whose motherly aura radiated from her, touching everyone within eyesight. She caught a glimpse of Pili from her shop window and ran out, grabbing her by the arm. Pili was a good two feet taller than this woman, yet she was being pulled into the seamstresses shop.

"Jus' what da ya think yer doin' out thar? Showin' the world... what would your mama say?" the woman said in a scolding motherly tone.

"She would say that clothes are only for those not intune with Terra," she said smartly.

"Ah, so 'twas your mama the dragon! Explains alot! Now, my dear, jus' let me take some messurements..." a tape measure appeared in her hands and she quickly too Pili's specs. "Don't you worry, my dear, Nera will make you somethin' nice." She grabbed some lite green material and shoed Pili out of her room. Thrity minutes later the woman returned with the finished work. It was a curouse gramet, a string for holding it around one's neck and another for holding it around the back. The strings were golden and sparkled in the day light. The front was fairly simple. Nera showed Pili how to arange the shirt and Pili paid the woman.

"Thank you!" she said smiling, "This is much better, I can flap my wings and the material is so thin, I don't feel it!"

"But ya are covered!"Nera reminded her. Pili left the little shop and return to her new found friend.

-After lying on the ground for days. Skywize slowly rises to his feet, as he looks around. He slowly slides his hand to his head, as he holds onto it.- "I must continue." -Feeling a bit replenished he reaches for a small bottle heald on his back. He pops the lid off of it and places it to his lips. He tilts it back slightly and the smooth liquid slides into his mouth. He finishes and places the lid back on it. Using his right sleeve he wipes his mouth and continues to the village up ahead.-

Cyrith pulled the blades out of the ground, then sheathed them after a proper dusting off. "Jokes? Why would I laugh at jokes when I really have nothing to live for? Nothing to care about? My family abandoned me at a young age. The one who took me in died because of me. I have lived a darker life than most thieves. And you think I would laugh at jokes? Stop trying to make me laugh."

Then he did something that no one would have expected of him. He held out his hand, and grabbed hers, pulling her to her feet. "Now. Why are you here? Why did you follow me? And why do you eyes look like they have been seared shut?"

((Erm... what is the joker above me trying to push?))

Relief flooded Astraea. She hadn't been aware of how tense she had grown. Perhaps her instincts weren't so twisted afterall. She nodded her thanks, both for the hand up and for the decision to spare her life.

"Come now, nothing to care about? Life itself is precious, whether or not others choose to treat your existence as such. You've just been in the wrong places at the wrong time, kid." She assumed that it was likely he was not learned in her bloodlines, and he wouldn't know if the term 'kid' was properly used. She herself wasn't even sure if 'kid' had been used correctly, since he could very well be her elder, but then again, all elves were supposed to be as ancient as the trees and wiser than friggin' owls. What kind of elf would she make if she couldn't even present herself as clear-headed and old?

Deciding it best to stray from such a touchy topic, she returned to his last statement that had caused her some worry. "Seared shut?" she wondered aloud, bringing her hand up to her face to examine the after-math of that blasted scuttle. Indeed, the skin beneath her fingers registered as burnt, scabbing, and misshapen.

"This won't do," she murmured, and reached down to her waist, where survival tools were kept neat and organized in a treated leather pouch. She retreived a small knife that she used when gutting rodents and held it lightly in her hand. Looking to the mortal (or at least directing her head to where she imagined him to be), she grinned wickedly and said, "You were very tempted to kill me before. Would it satisfy you to cut the lids of my eyes open? I'll try and answer your other questions after, but right now, I'd like to be able to see."

Aria went to Pili's house for some company. Moon flew over the forest and she spotted PIli's house. They landed." Pili, are you home?" she called out.