Hope scrambled to the top of a rock, much like a huge hill in size. She resembled her sister, Faith, but the main difference was the way each of them presented themselves. Hope was a very broud Ulaya and gracefully leaped, while Faith was the oposite. "Get up here you slowpoke. It's so pretty!" Hope tiptoed to the edge to look down and looked back up to see the canopies of trees.
Behind her came Melody, the newest ulaya to be added to their group. She was looking rather spiritid today as she bounded up the rock; slower than Hope. Once she got to the top, the saw the view her friend was talking about and gasped. "My god, it's so pretty! You were so right!" Melody stayed behind a bit, afraid of the edge. She could see so much from here.
