I was taught healing here and there with my adoptive parents and from packs we would sometimes visit, and indeed I did know a lot of healing for someone of my age, it’s almost like I knew it all in a life before or something, or maybe I’m some type of angelic prophecy come to life, I don’t know what it is, but whatever helps me to get where I’m going, right? That’s all that matters. That’s all that will ever matter. Fiurst I need to get my life back in some sort of control.

I know when I get older I can use the way I look and move and my soft voice to my advantage, because my coat that is a ghostly white purer than snow is surely attention holding and all too powerfully vibrant, and I have seen others with the white coats around and they seem to be well-known, maybe if I need to I can pass myself off as someone from that bloodline. Maybe I should even go as far as to seek them out and mingle with them to get myself known as well. My very light blue gaze rests on the winter landscape I should have blended in with all too well, by all means I should have been made invisible if not for the deviations on my coat, the markings that if I knew how to play my cards right, could pass me off as one of those Angels. I can trust that being thought of as one of those bloodline would do me nothing but good, but I will see how and if I can work that to my advantage.

First I must get my bearing up around me once more, and I am practically hit with the chance as an older female nearly treads over my small frame, and I lift my very light blue gaze to her own eyes. A soft smile weaves over my features as my startled face softens at the wag of her tail, this girl is not one of those monsters that I run from, I can tell that as soon as my eyes meet hers, and I know that this girl is a kind soul, and this makes me ease my defenses and trust her, and my own tail waves a few times in response, as I wonder who she is. Will she be someone important in my life, or just another faceless stranger? “I..no..she died And…I never really knew her. The wolfess who raised me died on the borders of this place.” I lower my gaze the smallest bit. “I’m Aerith. Somebody told me that it means Gentle Angel in their language. Do…angels exist?” After all I truly am curious.