Arda yawned and stretched, rising from the mossy grove where she'd been napping.  She'd arrived on the island some days before, and had been enjoying its extensive forests.  But now she heard a distant sound that might well be voices.  She hadn't spoken to another sentient being since she'd set out on the long flight across the ocean, and the thought of some company seemed welcome.<br/><br/>She trotted through the trees, then stretched her long legs and started to run.  Her wings were furled tightly by her sides as she sprinted among the towering forest giants.  She laughed at the feel of the wind in her face.  She loved to run!<br/><br/>Then she burst out of the forest's shadow and into a clearing.  Frightened deer, their long legs and russet fur not unlike hers but the largest of them less than half her size, bounded away from her.  But she was not hunting now.  Instead she took a bounding leap greater than any of the deer had and spread her wings.  With a thunderous downstroke she was aloft.  She would go follow the distant, half-heard sound of voices and see where it led her.