As you approach the dark river, you feel your feet sink into the silt. You pause, hearing a faint noise from above you, and folding your wings you look upward. Above you spy two dark, shining purple jewels in the trees... \
Then, without warning, the gems disappear from there place in the trees, zipping down towards you at a frightening speed. Then your on the ground, ducking from expecting an attack, but then discover that a small Fae is flitting about your head... (See Nessian’s Bio)