Anju
Riya is looking for anyone. The Greatwood is kinder to her than Anju with wings to take her above the treetops, but it doesn't mean she finds help any faster that way. The forest is relatively empty, with few dedicated inhabitants, and she has been searching for two days now. The glint of sunlight on blond hair is what grabs her attention first, and as she dives, the mutter of her name has hope sparking in her chest as equally as it draws an urgent croon to her lips.
Banking sharply, she circles Liam in anxious, tight configurations, brushing against his clothes with her wingtips and making frantic noises. Darting away and coming back until it's clear that he will follow her, and then guiding him as quickly as his legs can match her flying without losing him to the Greatwood's changing pathways.
Anju is holed up against the base of a tree, laying half-propped against one of the emerging roots and looking half-dead. It's not an unrealistic prognosis given the strange entity she'd encountered that had sapped her life force from her and left her running for her life in the elements, but as she turns her head the scrapes on her skin and the dried blood are obvious signs that she'd been sprinting through the woods with little care for stray branches and brambles. Riya croons as she flies to her, and Anju can only tilt her head slightly to see who is approaching. Her voice is raspy as she calls out. "Liam?" It wouldn't be a far cry for her to assume she's hallucinating, but there's a thread of hope in her voice.
Banking sharply, she circles Liam in anxious, tight configurations, brushing against his clothes with her wingtips and making frantic noises. Darting away and coming back until it's clear that he will follow her, and then guiding him as quickly as his legs can match her flying without losing him to the Greatwood's changing pathways.
Anju is holed up against the base of a tree, laying half-propped against one of the emerging roots and looking half-dead. It's not an unrealistic prognosis given the strange entity she'd encountered that had sapped her life force from her and left her running for her life in the elements, but as she turns her head the scrapes on her skin and the dried blood are obvious signs that she'd been sprinting through the woods with little care for stray branches and brambles. Riya croons as she flies to her, and Anju can only tilt her head slightly to see who is approaching. Her voice is raspy as she calls out. "Liam?" It wouldn't be a far cry for her to assume she's hallucinating, but there's a thread of hope in her voice.
this sun inside of me could set kingdoms ablaze
