<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maelynn Swallowtail<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Various Undisclosed Locations Outside Amberdale<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Recent Past<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Johanna<br/><br/>The odd floating thing appeared to be a big rock. There was a jewel encrusted somewhere in the top, but, unfortunately, definitely not a necklace. And for a moment it just did what rocks did - sit there innocuously. But then the sunlight peeked through the trees and struck the gem. And then the rock started doing some very un-rocklike things. It rocked. (OK, so maybe that's not so un-rocklike.) It rolled. It twisted and turned. It jumped. It just generally moved about in ways that Newton insisted that rocks don't do without outside forces to act upon them.<br/><br/>And then it exploded. Little rocky pieces flew everywhere, and where there once was a rock, there was now a girl. A small girl. Very small, taller than Johanna, but also lighter in frame. Sporting short brown hair, and deep brown eyes, and wearing nought but a small flimsy dress that was almost translucent in the sun. Out of her head grew two small black antennae - they really couldn't be anything else. And they sure as heck matched the two large sea-green butterfly wings growing from her back.<br/><br/>The girl stood there passively, eyes closed. And then they fluttered open. And focused on Johanna. And then she joyously chirped out,<strong>"Fivesister!"</strong>and leapt towards the girl, wrapping her arms around her blonde savior.