In Fay's hand something stured "Ha wha...?" Fairalin mumbled, picking herself up. She looked down, she was in some one's hand again, oh yea, she had collasped. She seemed to remeber dreaming... something strange, but nice, thousands of flashing colors and mists and the feeling of being safe and warm but then she had to leave, because she was... she was needed.. oh well it had just been a dream.
Smiling up at the poet and expressing her thanks she flew off towards the assembled group. She flew about foot above group and concentrating a little she looked everyone over, picking up things here and there little flecks or color or quick picture flashes. Well that was odd, she concentrated a little harder on Rose, how very strange, she seemed to have a smoky aura around her, and her hands glowed. Also there seemed to be a ..... figure following her, it didn't seem intimadating infact it seemed to express a certain air of... protectiveness and caring towards the Storyteller. 'Oh well' Faira thought 'I'll have to ask her later' and filing those images away she flew down and landed delicatly on Cole's shoulder, "So" she inquired "What I miss while I was out? Anything interesting happen?"
