Meadow

Caesisus' emerald eyes search the fog as a shadow begins to transform into another, a mare of smoky color. Caesisus eyes the woman suspiciously at first but as the seconds tick by, her guard begins to falter and then fade away. Her muscles relax noticeably as she takes a sigh of relief. She looks upon the younger girl with curiosity as she introduces herself as Andreania, and a smile touches Cae's pink lips. "It is a pleasure, Andrenia. I am Caesisus," her name falls from her lips in her sweet, honey tone.

She nods her head as the Andreania's question fills the space between them. "Yes, many years ago," she says gently. There are fond memories and not so fond memories tied to these Islands. "I had left when I was 6 years old and now I return as an old woman," she says with a lighthearted laugh. She is not the springy steppen girl of her youth, age stiffens her joints in the early morning hours, yet her heart still fills with the joy and laughter of life.

"So what brings you to the Meadow so early in the day?" she asks, curiosity filling her emerald eyes. Caesisus suspects that it is for companionship, she can see the need deep in the eyes of Andreania. The need to find fellowship among her fellow Islanders.