skywalker
Some said that her head never left the clouds. Well, what a lucky thing that she has wings to keep the rest of her body up there too. Her family had no patience for her woolgathering and she’d finally grown tired of their constant, pointed remarks. So, she had taken to the skies, not really intending to leave them behind, nor really planning to return to their viperous den.
She’s been drifting along for a while now, with little heed to time or location. Instead, she wheels and tumbles along with a haphazard wind, performing aerial acrobatics of childish glee in the dwindling daylight. It is only when the sun is ready to sink behind the mountains on the horizon that she realizes it might be time to touch down again.
None of the landmarks are known to her, but with the reckless courage of the child that she is, she begins her descent with utmost confidence. The field of lavender, vibrant even in the fading light, catches her eye immediately and she beelines toward the large tree at its midst. She lands lightly just outside of its skirt of low-hanging branches and quickly ducks into the shuttered space, the only sign of concern for her own safety. Still, it is fleeting and her face gently parts the willows so that she may stare around at the unfamiliar place. Her nose twitches with unbridled excitement and delight as she inhales the sweet, intoxicating scent of the innumerable flowers surrounding her.
Though she does not know it, she is fortunate to have chosen this place to roost for the night. The beauty of the Gates is wholesome and genuine, rather than a clever costume meant to conceal a villainous heart. It may not yet be her intention to take up residence here, but she could easily be convinced.. except there doesn’t seem to be anyone within close range that might officially extend an invitation.
And so, with cheerful naivety, she calls out in her pleasantly shrill voice..
”Hello…?”
(just for reference, she's about a year old)