Vivian was sitting on the window sill of her room with her legs dangling out the window. The cold night air swept into the room, chilling her skin and ruffling her hair. Lost in thought as she was, though, she felt nothing and saw nothing, her eyes closed; she swayed in an almost trance like motion with the strong wind.<br/>She hummed in a low tune, a faerie song she learned long ago, as her wings fluttered methodically to the rhythm. She was wandering through her own mind, trifling through the conversation that was held previously between herself and Mikasi. She felt that she needed to talk with him again before she fully understood the message he was trying to send her.