John
*...It never gets any easier... In spite of how hard she's tried...*

"How hard could it possibly be? Flying's eaasssy~! Just flap those little wings of yours, and soouuur through the air~!" *She flippantly flapped her hands, with an exasperated expression written all over Yvera's face.* "Watch where you're gooiiinng! Don't be yapping that trap of yours so much while you're flying so fast! Ugghhh! Have you any idea of how hard it's to not ramble on incessantly, flying through the middle of nowhere!?"

*Yvera buries her head in her hands, after an infuriated facepalm, zigging and zagging with slow, stuttered ascends and descents. She might've been flying steadily, but only barely. Fortunately, though it hasn't felt like it, Yvera was slowly but steadily improving as she became more familiar with flying. She was no longer panicking so much, and she's learned how to stick a landing without crashing into earth and giving herself as many bruises. Following Yggdrasil's roots offered some stability too, knowing she wasn't flying directly over the void.* 

"...I swear, my Nach must be poisoning my mind... That or I'm just tired, but now's as good a time as any to... Look around, I.. I suppose." *Though that wasn't the only reason she was following the roots, after Heredit left Yvera spent some more time at the ball before sneaking out while our Nach was distracted. She didn't do well in crowds anyway, and aside from mingling with the guests there wasn't much more there for her anyway. Besides, her people's survival had reinvigorated her search for her father's remains.*

*...Yvera knew it was farfetched, she wasn't even sure gods left remains, and if they did they'd more than likely be long gone by now. But it wouldn't hurt to look around, besides, she might meet a friendly face in a not so crowded setting.* 

"...I should've had more wine while I had the chance."
William
From up in the sky, Yvera would be able to hear the sound of something moving down below. It wouldn't exactly be hard to spot the source of the noise either, given that said source was making no effort to hide herself. Down below, a seemingly humanoid girl was hopping along the roots, jumping from root to root. Three things might catch the demigod's attention, though. The first was the two pairs of leafy wings attached to the stranger's back. They resembled those of a butterfly's in shape, but also looked like someone had just ripped the leaves off of an apple tree and stuck them to her back.

The second thing that Yvera would notice would be the outfit that the girl sported. A lopsided red beret sat atop her head, but more importantly, she wore a long, puffy dress with a skirt that seemed to resemble an apple pie. Third and most importantly, on the half of her hair that wasn't covered by the beret, there was an odd, beautiful flower that clashed with her colour scheme. While the strange girl generally had warm colours of brown, red, and green, the flower was a beautiful frosty white and blue shade. Moreover, the flower seemed to resonate with a familiar energy, though it was hard to place.

The girl herself didn't seem to have noticed the demigod just yet. She still seemed to be busy jumping between trees. Oddly enough, she occassionally hopped back to the root that she'd been earlier before jumping forward again, seemingly for no reason other than to entertain herself. The ball was in Yvera's court now to do as she pleased, since the mortal girl below hadn't seen the flying demigod just yet. However, her window wasn't too long, as even with the occassional backtracking that the Fairy below was doing, it wouldn't be long before she hopped out of sight.
John
"It's strange, I thought wine was supposed to... I don't know, make me feel a little tipsy? I downed that whole thing, and felt... Fine..? I've never had wine before then, maybe I didn't drink enough? Well, I wouldn't wanna be... Wait." *Down below, a mysterious stranger suddenly caught Yvera's attention as she was absentmindedly rambling on and on to no one in particular. She saw a strange girl bouncing between the tree's roots, flinging herself through the air back and forth, doing who knows what. Under any ordinary circumstances, which were sparse, she might've pressed on ahead in search of her father's remains...*

*Though there was something amiss with this strange, little girl, through some inexplicable means Yvera was somehow drawn to her. Whether it be an instinctual gut feeling, or simple curiosity, she started following after her. Soon enough, Yvera's interest was piqued seeing a strange though eerily familiar flower in the girl's hair. She'd never seen anything like it, and to try getting a closer look she started slowly swooping towa-...*

"Slow... S-Slow... Slow..! Slowdown, slowdown!" *Scratch that, she fell into a dramatic descent toward the strange, mortal girl. Panicked, the more she tried slowing down, the faster she started falling! Fortunately, her wings would carry her through the increasingly chaotic turbulence straight toward the fairy in question. Unfortunately, she most certainly wasn't slowing down.* "H-Hey! How're you? Me? I'm falling right now!"

 *At least she had a sense of humor.*