Nanami was in the middle of a small clearing, gently stroking her Pegasi, the sun really amplifying how majestic the animal looks. Not hearing of anyones approach Nanami continued to hum a small song in prayer for the people lost in the war so far. In her hand was a small parchment that looks like it has been rolled up initially. Hearing someones approach she turned around, looking amongst the forest to see if she could spot the person, the light sparkling off the tears that stained her cheeks. "Who's there?" She called, hiding the parchment back into the satchel on her pegasi's side.