Nada and I flew for many miles silently. Over mountains and hills, forests and deserts. It has been almost a full 8 hours since our last rest stop and my wings are tired and I'm practically falling asleep. Nada had clanged since mom died, she has become more demanding and quiet. I could only hope that we get to aunt Rose's soon. 

Nada takes a quick glance at me and sighs heavily. "We'll be there in a few hours, can you hold up that long?" I answered with a tires "yes" and we keep moving. All I see is Nada in front of me and the clouds below us. 

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We have finally arrived to our destination. We stopped a few miles out in the forest, making sure that we weren't seen and shifted into our human forms. My human form took to that of a small child, around the age of 7, while Nada took the form of a young woman who looked to be in her late 20s. We packed up our stuff and headed into the village.

We entered the market as it was the entrance to the village. I looked around at the food stalls while holding Nada's hand as she guided me through the market. It took a bit but we made our way through and we walked silently towards the outskirts. There was a small cottage with a fenced backyard with animals and on the side of the house was a garden, not a small one but not big either. There was a young brunette woman who seemed to be collecting something from the garden. Nada caught her attention and waved her over.

"What can I help you with" She asked. I took a good look at her while Nada explained the situation to her. As the woman heard the news of her fallen sister she dropped the basket she was holding and pulled her hands up to her mouth. I watched as the basket fell and, being the polite person I am, kneeled down and collected the fallen herbs and fruits. The woman's eyes watched me as I put the collected items back in the basket. She kneeled down as well and held me in an embrace. She was warm, something I'm not used to, but it was different than the warm weather surrounding us. It felt like an internal furnace that warmed me from the inside out, and for the first time since my mother's death I cried. I didn't just cry for my mother but my father too, who I was inclined to believe was dead, my home that I had to leave. All the friends I had made in the castle and my last words to my father, wishing that I had more time with them.