Welcome to Gaia! ::

Amber hummed a soft, cheerful tune as she walked, clutching a box to her chest with a care for its contents. She could feel the heat radiating from it to her fingers and even through her shirt. The delicious scent of chocolate followed the heat, and Amber couldn't help leaning forward to give the box appreciative sniffs from time to time.

Baking class was always fun, but today especially so. They'd make brownies. The dry ingredients were already mixed so it was a matter of measuring and mixing in all the wet stuff to make it into batter. The fun part had come with the additions. The teacher had provided all kinds of nuts, chocolate pieces, caramel, and other bits and bobs. The whole class got to add whatever they liked to make their own personal brownies! Amber had mixed some chopped walnuts and a tiny handful of chocolate chips to her batter, poured it in the pan, then drizzled some caramel on top before setting it to bake. She'd been hard put not to eat the whole pan when she tasted the results! She wanted to bring some home to share with her family.

Even now she was tempted, but each time her fingers strayed to the lid Amber hardened her resolve. Good things like this had to be shared! She believed nothing could brighten up a day like a delicious sweet, and she loved seeing people enjoy her cooking. She directed herself to pay more attention to her surroundings to get her thoughts away from the box and its tempting contents.

Amber was glad for her increased diligence. She made it out of the building and was walking along the path that would take her in the direction of home when she noticed a change to the path's structure. It didn't register immediately in her mind what she was seeing. Her first thoughts were, 'When did they put down different color stones?', along with a strong feeling of puzzlement that it should only be in one random area. As she got closer and closer though, the array of colors that seemed random formed a specific shape, and Amber noticed that the colors weren't part of the path but rather on top of the path.

She picked up her pace a bit, her cheerful humming fading out as she brought more of her focus to bear on what was in front of her. The red resolved itself into wings and hair and little speckles against black, which soon proved to be a tail. Amber was familiar with Nagas, since her sister had a Naga friend. The wings were a little off-putting, through she'd seen several winged Naga around before. But what were they doing on the path like that? Did they trip? She didn't think Naga could trip, but maybe she was wrong. Were they hurt?!

Amber immediately sped up, though she was mindful of her many tails. It would be just like her to come to the rescue, only to trip over the victim. She finally made it over to their side. They didn't look hurt, but that didn't mean there might not be an injury.

"Are you okay," Amber asked, her voice filled with concern as she carefully leaned over the downed freshling, looking for any wounds she might have missed.