<span style="color: #FF80FF">A cloud moved across the sun, blocking the warm rays momentarily but it was long enough to cause Castian to open one golden eye and glare accusingly at the fluffy cloud. Propping himself up onto one elbows, the faerie cast his gaze around the meadow, rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">How long was I out for?</span> He thought. It had been nearly dawn when he had laid down to rest for a moment. He had spent the night with a group of faeries as they raced one another through the forest other little games. Castian stood, fluttering his wings behind him, feeling a cramp in one of them where he had leaned on it. <br/><br/>Castian soon found himself walking silently around the old trees, one hand running along the bark. It was later then he normally would have slept but it didn't matter, he had no where to go today. As he wandered, Castian could hear the familiar sounds of trees creaking, animals making chirps and chatter, and his own soft tread on the forest floor. The leaves over head made a thick canopy that cast the lower levels into shadows. The faeries had nothing wrong with this, as long as they could feel the sun on their wings from time to time they rarely complained.<br/><br/>He finally found a tall tree with a crook in one of the branches, perfect for balancing on and watching the creatures (and sometimes a wayward human) below. Castian used his wings to lift himself to the branch before settling down with his legs dangling over the edge; sunlight peeked through above him warming his back and allowing his wings to lazily wave behind him.<br/><br/>As he sat, he thought about going along the long path that would take him to Edalia. The people there were always an interesting bunch. Closing his eyes for a moment, Castian let his mind wander.</span>