--Ko'Gisha: Gaal (The Burin Slums)--<br/><br/>â€œA pitiful placeâ€¦â€ Vivi mused to herself.<br/>She walked along the filthy streets, her eyes darting from here to there. Watching the people of the Burin slums shuffle by her. She herself did not belong here, but she found the sight of less fortunate Burin people more exhilarating than all the other past times she enjoyed.<br/><br/>He decaying companion stayed close to her side, his red eyes envying the living. A small whimper escaped him every now and again, but Vivi paid no mind to the mutt. She found it only natural to be jealous of the audacious folk of the slums. There they were just flaunting life before him, how disrespectful. Her hand occasionally stroked at his matted fur, calming him slightly.<br/><br/>She had this dog for about a few hours now, finding its size was intimidating alone. She decided to take it under her wing, for as long as her spell allowed, feeling she needed the company. That, and she was just itching to use her magic some more.<br/><br/>There were moments before, however, where her companionâ€™s legs shook, and his behavior was starting to put her in a sour mood. She knew her spell would end soon, and the soul would permanently be gone from the dog. So, with a wave of her hand, she released the beast from her magic, and continued walking without another glance back to him. Just leaving him to rot in the middle of the street.<br/><br/>â€œGood boyâ€¦â€ She smiled to herself as she turned to saunter down another street.<br/><br/>--La'Felisa: Fermell--<br/><br/>Niminthrielle clutched her rider closer to her as she tried to make room in the tiny elevator. The elevator was crammed with at least 5 others, all wearing formal attire. Nielle couldnâ€™t lie, she did feel a bit out of place here, but this was one of the tallest buildings in Fermell. She only forgot to take into account that this was a business corporation. She sighed hiding slightly behind her board, trying to avoid the stares of the others that occupied the space with her.<br/><br/>The doors pulled apart, stopping a few floors down from her destination. The five of them getting out, rather swiftly, she noticed. High-class people were always in such a hurry.<br/>â€œI cannot believe she thinks she is welcome to use our premises.â€ One man scoffed to another as they left, â€œPeople of her kind should know their place.â€<br/>She knew that this man meant to be quiet, but Nielle heard every word. As the elevator doors closed she tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to get what she just heard out. If only she were that luckyâ€¦<br/><br/>The doors parted once more, just to let her out onto the top floor. Carrying her rider she walked out, stepping into a less maintained part of the building. Boxes and reams of paper were off in the corners, some sharing the space with old cobwebs. She could tell this place was more for storage, not only that, but no one had been up here in awhile. The floor left her shoe patterns in the dust that lay dormant there.<br/><br/>She made her way to a glass door that held a sign above it saying â€˜balcony accessâ€™.  With her free arm she opened the door and went through, stepping into the open air. The wind outside whipped her hair wildly around her tanned face. Her blue eyes glanced over her surroundings. She stood upon a small eight by ten platform, with no rail guarding the edge. This place was built for people to ride, though she figured it was left unused, seeing as the people were to uptight to even think of fun things such as riding.<br/><br/>She walked to the edge, looking down to the landscape of the bustling city below. She reached behind her back flipping the top onto her quiver of arrows, securing them for her ride. She set her board in an upright position and turned it on. She tossed it off the side of the building, as soon as she saw it begin wake up. She took a deep breath, letting her feet wonder off the side too.<br/><br/>The sensation of freefalling warmed her heart, and sent a fire through her veins. This fire ignited a full force of adrenaline that she had become addicted to. Her feet hit the silver and blue board and she rode away. Making it go as fast as it allowed her to. She ascended higher, through the clouds and beyond where she could nothing but the sky. She smiled, taking in a breath to relax herself.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself as she fell backwards. Her feet staying perfectly fastened to her board. She giggled a little as the wind tickled past her as she began hurtling back to the ground. She loved diving this way, she found nothing made her feel more free in this world. The howling of the wind in her ears took away the things people said about her. Instead it replaced it with the whispering of mother natureâ€™s encouragement.<br/><br/>The howling was replaced by the babbling waters of a nearby creek, which made Nielle open her eyes. The forest surrounded her now, welcoming her home with a sway of the tree branches in the wind. She smiled deactivating and dismounting her board, returning it to her side as she carried on toward her home.<br/><br/>---La'Felisa: Piron---<br/><br/>Stellan adjusted his tie in front of a small wall mirror, making sure it was in just the right place before he stepped out. His hands reached up to his pastel hair, fixing it of any stray hairs. His pinky rose to his eye, touching up the lines of his Marhks, making sure they were crisp and clean. He picked up a small noise, and his eyes focused beyond himself through the mirror.<br/><br/>They caught sight of Remilla, a woman he had met just last night, still sleeping in the bed he once occupied with her. She turned over, her sleeping face directing itself toward him. He sighed looking down pulling a piece of paper out of his suit-coat pocket. Outside her name was neatly printed on the parchment in black ink. His thumb turned open the flap underneath her name, glancing over the contents, making sure there werenâ€™t any mistakes on the page.<br/><br/>â€˜My dearest Remilla,â€™ it began in a fine script, â€˜I have come to terms with what I had done last night, and as I do regretfully say this, you will not be seeing me again. Sure we had a good time together, but you had to take into account that I was not myself, due to drink, if may so add. Thank you for your hospitality. Sincerely, S. Urasta.â€™<br/><br/>He sighed swallowing hard, as he folded it back up. He went over to the bed, and placed the note on the pillow he had slept on. He looked to her, as her dark red hair flowed delicately around her porcelain face. Just wanting to absorb a quick last glance at her beauty. For a moment he thought he might be crazy for doing this, but then again staying put wasnâ€™t really his thing.<br/><br/>Hesitantly he walked over to the bedroom window, and opened it. The sheer curtains around him moving in the slight wind, he looked to Remilla as she began to stir from her slumber. Slowly and silently, he climbed onto the fire escape just outside. He looked below seeing how far up he really was, as long as it was good enough for diving he didnâ€™t care otherwise. He flung a leg over the side of the railing of the fire escape, his hands keeping him balanced as he did. His other leg joined next to his other, and without another thought he let go, letting the feeling of Diving take him over. He let out a small smile, as he dissipated far away from Remillaâ€™s apartment.