Rachel McCoy<br/>Age-22<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://m950.photobucket.com/image/anime%20redhead%20girl/Shayde_Rogers/My%2520Charries/Tayuya.jpg.html?src=www">http://m950.photobucket.com/image/anime ... ml?src=www</a>m<br/>(zoruna's idea I just set it up)<br/><br/>Rain pounded against the side of the small Irish cottage. The noise just happened to be keeping the cottage's lone inhabitant awake. Of course, with weather in Ireland, rain isn't unusual. But not heavy rain like this. Rachel pulls her pillow over head, trying to block out the noise. Luckily it's just a rain storm and not one that comes with thunder and lightning. She jumps a little bit when something goes thunk either along side the house or the window it's self.<span style="font-style: italic">Probably some poor bird lost in the storm</span>Rachel thinks to herself. After a couple more minutes tossing and turning she finally falls asleep.<br/><br/>Morning sunlight is poring in when Rachel wakes up. She sits for a bit untangling her long red hair before getting out of bed to open the window. She always likes the scent the air carries after a rain storm. At first she doesn't notice the small form laying on the window sill, until a glimmer of gold from his clothing reflects off some drops of water on the siding. A very small man with a pair of translucent wings coming from his back dressed in a royal purple tunic edged in gold at the hems. The strangest thing is his hair is blue. He looks to be in bad shape; holes in his gossamer wings, one arm looks to be dislocated from it's socket. No doubt that she had come across a member of the sidhe, a fairy.<span style="font-style: italic">He was what smacked into my window last night.</span>Instantly Rachel feels guilty before realizing she should bring the poor fae in and see if she can do anything for his wounds. She gently scoops him off the window sill, moving to place him on the bed. When she puts him down he starts to wake.