OOC: My new character, she's REALLY important in contrast to my backstory. I hope you all like her, but she's a bit secretive. (a lot actually!!! Heheh)

Above the trees a bird called, its wings propelling it into the air to fly around the clouds cotton-like appearances. The bird's feathers were black, shining with the dew that was on the morning air and within the leaves upon the trees themselves. Each feather held small drops of moisture that the bird shed with each stroke of its wings, drying them in a quite pleasant manner.

The bird circled over head, crying in its rasping voice once more, before seeming satisfied and descending to sit upon a low treebranch. It stared curiously at the figure that sat leaning against the trunk below.

Slowly the figure stood, raising a hand up to the bird without even glancing in its direction, and stroking its wing softly. The bird would have normally flew away instantly, but something compelled him to stay still at the touch. The hand that stroked his midnight feathers had cloth wrapped around it down to the knuckle, and the cloth continued to be wrapped all the way up to just below their elbow. Where from underneath a fishnet material that was tight against their upper arm and ended halfway up to their shoulder. Thier right arm had fishnet material tight against the shoulder and that extended halfway down their upper arm. And a another piece of the same material near their wrist. A brown vest hung loosely off their shoulders, covering the area where they tight tanktop shirt would end, and swung loosely in the brease. While the shirt beneath it was tight to their body, exposing its curves and clearifying its gender. The shirt was dark and stretched up to cover her entire chest area and extended up onto her neck, vanishing beneath a wooden mask that covered her face.

She wore dark black shorts that were tight against her thighs, ending short and extending the rest of the way down to the mid-point of her shins in a fishnet material. The same type of cloth that was tied to her left arm was wrapped tightly around most of her feet, and all the way up to the area where the fishnet material ended. At her sides were small intracately carved golden clips that were attatched to her shorts, and onto those were in turn attatched a long cloth in her front and back. Each of these cloths had a brown border and maroon inside, the only difference was that in the front there was the embroidered pattern of a shining sun, and below that a teardrop falling.

On the ground beneath her feet a dark black cloak with an extremely high collar lay, and the masked figure stroked the bird with no sign of stopping.

Little Raven... She thought, I hope you are auspicious in your journeys...

She reached down and picked up the dark cloak, draping it around her shoulders and only buttoning the first few buttons; down the collar and to down to her collar bones. The collar of the cloak rose up almost to the top of her head, to where only the thin leering eyes that were carved within the wooden mask could be seen overhead. The mask-wearer's emotions were completely concealed, and shadow covered the areas within the carved out eye-holes, omitting them from view as well.

The girl strode into the stone path that lie between the trees, with no apparent destination. The masked eyes turned to each side, checking for something around her. A sigh escaped the large animated smile that was painted onto the mask.

Her past was as secret as her face, her eyes, her smile. She was completely drawn within herself, and had clearly never been seen by a resident of Hyrule. Deep within herself she held secrets that she would tell no one. And there had never been anyone that she had trusted enough to talk about anything with and be comfortable. She sighed once more, wishing that she had something to keep her occupied. But returning home wasn't an option, she had already faced death there many times before, and she didn't expect that going back would be any more pleasant than any of those previous times. She was the last one, and that was the way it was going to stay, because of this, she was in constant danger.

She sat upon a tree trunk, her cloak slowly falling down around the wood in a small sweeping area. Suddenly a melodious sound rang out through the surrounding trees. Within which the wind howled and made the trees appear to be dancing to the sad song that emanated from the mask. Below the mask a mouth moved, her voice only slightly muffled by the mask that was above her face. The song was beutiful, and filled with sorrow. Her head drooped and her long, slightly curly, dark-brown hair fell over her shoulders and shadowed her face area even more. But the song continued even as her figure hunched over and grabbed her knees, pulling them to her chest.

Watching me sing my song of despair,
Cold winds ripping through the air,
Hearing my rhyme of sorrow,
Winds continue into tomarrow.

Daybreak bites into the cold,
Because the nightfalls getting old,
The sun so warm and grinning widely,
I just stare and sit there idly.

A rasping sigh,
The world lets fly,
A gale to howl,
Over us all.

Over smiles and tears,
Shocked expressions and screams he hears.

Hiding behind this wall,
Afraid to look out over and fall,
I ache for something more in my heart,
But yet I'm lost in the dark.

I've lost my way,
I've lost my way,
I can't turn back so I must just,
Keep walking...

"Well, if you were keeping up with that walking, you would be walking instead of sitting down right now, wouldn't you?" came the daemon's voice, one recognizable by the accent he held still, from his life as a human. He was currently standing upside-down on a tree branch, feet once more in their clawed state, so that he could stay on the branch, and not on the ground, flat on his face. His arms were crossed, one set of fingers tapping in rhythm with the song the masked girl had been singing.

Aria just happened to be above the daemon in the tree when he spoke. The young shiekah girl bent down from her branch and slapped him. "Aren't you just a jerk?" She said from the branch above. "You're so inconsiderate." She finished, and descended to the forest floor using her wind ability. The shiekah walked over to the girl on the ground, and offered her a hand. "Care to get up?" She asked, and turned her head to face Ryk (Ryk, right?). "Where's Worru?"

OOC: Wow, well, clever comment. By the way, this is kind of what she looks like. I was trying to find a way to scan over my drawings, and I lost this one. Than Kayla found it in the hallway and scanned it over to her devianart page. Soooo... Here is one of my drawings of her, without her (main) mask on. http://fierytemper101.deviantart.com/ar ... e-75966069

IC: The girl's masked face looked up at Aria, beneath it the woman's eyes studied her closely. Contemplating the extended hand that was reaching in her direction. She ignored Ryokiden, he wasn't a pressing matter to her at the moment, just a smart alec who had overheard her singing. It made her slightly mad though, that she had failed to notice anyone being nearby. She raised her hand and slowly placed her wrapped right hand in Aria's standing up. She was very hesitant about it, but she didn't want to offend her.

The girl walked over to a tree, without a word, and leaned against a tree. Looking upon the people before her with interest. She contemplated their appearance, trying to remember exactly when the man had appeared, and wondering how she could not have noticed. She shouldn't have been singing, it made her less aware. She nodded inwardly to herself.

Ryokiden rubbed the red spot on his face, scowling at the little Sheikah girl. "Why the hell would you want to know where he is?" he said, glaring at her. "You don't like 'im, last time I checked." He changed his gaze from Aria, to the masked girl. "I was trying to start up a conversation. I believe it is polite to reply." he said.

"I do suppose so." The girl muttered quietly to Ryokiden, her voice was only slightly muffled from the mask that she wore. She was still contemplating things within her mind... She didn't know why she talked to them, but she felt compelled to. A conversation couldn't hurt could it?

She thin eyes carved in the mask turned to Ryokiden and she said, "I'm terribly sorry for my impoliteness." It was hard to tell whether she was saying this in sarcaasm or if she was being serious. She actually wasn't quite sure herself.

Liolya walked the path to the woods more relaxed than she had been since she left home. The woods gave her comfort, in the privacy of the woods she untied her hair that had been held together for what seemed like forever. She let the silky brown strands fall over her shoulders and did not remove them from her face when a soft breeze sent them dancing around her. Everything was fine for the moment as she weaved around the trees before her.

She could see the strangers before she could hear them. She was not really thinking as she silently slipped behind a near by tree to listen. After a minute of waiting in silence behind the great tree she stepped in front it to watch the people before her. They did not seem dangerous as they talked to each other, but Liolya knew better than anyone that looks could often be deceiving.

As Liolya sat down in the cool grass she knew she was eavesdropping but she meant no harm, there was something about the strange masked girl that reminded her so much of herself, and yet she could not quite put her finger on it.

The girl held up her hand for a second, listening silently. There was another sound that was not previously there. The wind whistled through the trees and ruffled the branches, and the leaves hit each other will small gentle pushes. The branches seemed to try to entangle themselves, interconnecting there trees, and the girl remained silent, her hand still raised.

She definately wasn't going to let another person sneak up on her without her noticing.

Suddenly she was beside Liolya, and the mask seemed to glare at her. It's large animated smile mocked her openly. "Hi." She whispered.