Ellie whistled softly, her boots on the soft forest floor making a steady beat to her tune. She was focused on the ground, looking for some decent sized sticks to put in the fire back a camp. She wore her blue cap with white lacing around the edges, making sure her hair was kept tidy and that no forest muck got caught in it. Oh how she despised the forest and all of the messes it had to offer. She would much rather be back at home in the city, with her books to read and study. Sitting on her balcony and enjoying the sounds of life, human life. Not the constant chattering of birds and calling of beasts. A regal life was the life for her, and she wasn't enjoying this educational trip.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A cup of tea would be nice.. Yes, one straight from the fresh leaves in the garden, and brewed by Miss Amelie. I can smell it now...</span><br/><br/>"Agh!" Ellie's daydreams were broken as she stumbled over something, a branch from a tree she supposed. She tumbled hard to the ground, scraping her elbows as she tried to break her fall, her face getting smothered in dirt. "Ouch..." The girl muttered, sitting up and rubbing her face in disgust. "Oh gross.. now I have to take another bath.." After her eyes were free of loose dirt, she blinked. "Hey, that stick would be perfect for the fire!" She turned quickly, expecting to find a branch there to kindle her master's flame for the night. Her eyes widened further when she saw what really sat there: an angel.<br/><br/>"That's definitely not a stick..." Ellie whispered, her face filled with awe. She always wanted to study an angel, especially the wings. Oh the wings! She crawled over, inspecting them carefully and frowning.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Shouldn't they be brighter? And not so... Burnt? Torn?</span><br/><br/>She inspected further and gasped at what she saw, wondering why she hadn't noticed sooner. The blood and the burns... This angel was in critical condition. Ellie quickly snapped back into focus, picking at the pack on her side. "Stay still, I can help you, just let me get my tools out!" Her voice was cracking and her eyes were tear filled, the sight of the poor holy creature too heart-breaking to bear.