Kyrylo leaped to his feet as Destine dove towards the water letting out a whoop of excitement. Finally they were going to go explore more. He loved this garden and the quiet cheerfulness of it but he was eager to see what other sorts of exciting things awaited them in other gardens.

Running and leaping, he bound up and outwards over the water giving several hard flaps to gain altitude before hurrying to catch up to Destine. As much as he liked flying and thought that Oerttena was right, he wasn't quite ready to go diving into the water again because of a mess up; he'd do that later.

Looking over his shoulder he watched to make sure Calliope and Oerttena where coming as well as he flew high to look over the garden. Mentally he ticked off the locations he had looked at and other he meant to explore later as he flew several feet above Destine. " I can't wait to see Caer again and your home" he called down excitedly. You just want to bother her and ask a bunch of questions said Calliope in a reprimanding tone filled with laughter. "Be that as it may" he grinned, "I am excited to see another garden, the one we were in just didn't feel like home really". Looking down to make sure Destine was still somewhere within sight he swooped down a bit lower so that if she answered she wouldn't have to yell, "you know" he said pensively to Calliope, "I wonder what she meant by Caer having to find us?".

Oerttena was ready definitely ready to see what else the Gardens had to offer, yet she has hesitant about flying again. She couldn't let that stand in her way though. After Kyrylo took off with a burst of energy, Oerttena approached the cliff's edge and stretched her wings. She took a deep breath and jumped towards the water. She wouldn't let herself get as close to the waters edge as Destine, she just needed enough of a fall to catch the air under her wings. She found it! But she wasn't ready to do any fancy tricks yet. Instead she stuck to concentrating on keeping the lift of the air beneath her wings, steady and slow. She was sure they wouldn't go to far ahead though.

She was curious to meet Caer. Destine made her sound so mysterious! Enjoying the beauty of the Gardens from above Oerttena followed the other with excitement for every new site and experience that lie in front of her.

Destine floated from side to side casually, corkscrewing in the air every so often, but maintaining an appropriate distance between herself and the fledglings following her. The Evercommon Garden connected all of the Gardens, and it wasn't very far to Mirror Lake.

The afternoon sun cast an orangish glow on the tips of the hills that surrounded the valley containing Mirror Lake, almost like candles recently lit. The glare made it difficult to make out what the valley contained, but as they drifted downward, a soft shade enveloped them, the sun partially blocked by the hilltops.

Below them, dozens upon dozens, maybe even hundreds, of lakes of all sizes flowed in and out of each other, creating an irregular, alternating whooshing and resting sound, as if the land were breathing. To add to this grandiose display of nature, fountains shot out of various rocks at what seemed like irregular intervals. Some danced in small synchronized displays, while others shot out of large crevices -- those presumably kept the water fresh and the level constant.

But the Garden wasn't all turbulent white water. Patches of dry beach encircled many of the bigger pools, punctuated by glistening rainbows that never seemed to waver despite the occassional spray of water. Nearing the center of the bigger pools, the water faded to a deep indigo, denoting the deepest areas.

Destine descended carefully, knowing just where to fly as to not get completely drenched; she hoped Oertenna and Kyrylo would follow her carefully. Around the edges of the valley, waterfalls cascaded from the tops of the hills. A careful observer would notice that the hills all around were riddled with grottos -- some sharing the water of a pool, others dry and higher up, with large, flat ledges.

It was near the water that Destine finally came to alight, near the entrance of a shallow grotto illuminated from the inside by phosphorescent fungi. She looked in and tested the water with her foot -- she smiled with satisfaction. Expecting Oertenna and Kyrylo to be right behind her, she turned around quickly.

As they flew over the garden, the orange glow that reflected off the hills blinded Kyrylo for a short time. Causing him to falter slightly in his flight and drop to a lower altitude. Heart beating wildly, he struggled to keep from plummeting to what could not be seen below because of the setting suns glare. When he had finally evened out his flying once more he dared to look around him.

All beneath them were many different sized lakes of various sizes and depths. Rainbows danced between them as the sun glinted off the spray of water from the many waterfalls and geysers. Water, everywhere he looked, more water. Kyrylo began to get a deep ache in the lower part of his belly, he liked water yes, but he wasn't exactly keen on falling in it from a great height and possibly drowning; which had almost happened moments ago when the sun so suddenly blinded him.

Heart sinking all the more, he watched as Destine began to descend to land on a soft patch of sand next to a particularly large lake. Taking deep breaths he mentally coached himself as he looped a circle in the air above her and began to descend. "Create drag" he mumbled to himself as he tilted his wings until he felt as if he were slowing, "lots of drag". Excited he watched as he lowered slowly and was nearing where Destine stood only to realize at the rate he was descending he would land in the lake. Growling in frustration he tried to reverse the angle of his wings in which he was descending only to cause himself to do a strange somersault in the air and splash into the water just a few feet from his intended landing mark.

Standing and dragging his robes through the water he quirked a sheepish grin at Destine; "almost".

Oerttena followed the others with a bit of distance. She didn't want to get too close to them should her flying falter. But it wasn't her that faltered, it was Kyrylo. She watched as he wavered and dropped altitude. She was worried, but there wasn't much she could do except hope that he gain the current again. She wanted desperately to go after him and help but she knew that if she tried anything tricky it would be her tumbling to the ground below. Fortunately, Kyrylo regained his composure. Oerttena breathed a sigh of relief and went back to concentrating on her technique.

She soon found it difficult to concentrate as she marveled at the spectacular beauty of the great lakes and islands below. She was amazed at the beauty these gardens have brought so far. It was so different from the other gardens she had seen so far, she wondered what the other hundreds of gardens would bring.

Just as she was beginning to loose herself in her imagination she noticed that Destine was descending and Kyrylo was following right behind. It looked like a difficult landing, she was worried for Kyrylo. She was right to worry and he made a crash landing in the lake just short of the island Destine had landed on. She couldn't help but chuckle a little at his mid-air, mid-landing acrobatics. Oerttena made her landing next to Destine just in time to see Kyrylo come stomping out of the lake, soaking wet. She couldn't hold her amusement in and laughed whole heartedly. "I'm sorry Kyrylo...(giggle, laugh) I just can't help it. You'll get it someday friend." She gave him a friendly pat on the back and then turned her attention to Destine. "So this is Mirror Lake is it? It's beautiful here!"

Had Ora attempted to understand what beckoned her to follow their path, she wouldn't have been able to explain it. It was like a combination of keen sense of smell, and something of a gut feeling, comparable to the sensation one has when one is being watched. Inexplicably she knew the way, and her facility for flying was allowing her to gain ground on the group that had faded into the distance.

Ora felt like she was at home gliding across the beautiful blue-green landscapes of the gardens, and she quickly realized that the scenery was changing from the cheerful greenery of the Evercommon Garden to something more like a marsh. Pools of mesmerizing, aqua-colored water dotted the ground below her, accompanied by the occasional fountain that sprayed a pleasant mist into the crisp spring air. Her concentration on the waters below was broken instantaneously when she spotted the same group she had been pursuing all along. She was suspended straight above them, and a look of shock crossed her face as she realized that she'd managed to follow the group to their exact location. Ora smiled triumphantly, and quickly wondered if they'd notice her hovering above.

'Should I say something?' she wondered to herself....

Kyrylo peered out from under his soggy bangs to look at the laughing Oerttena, "we can only hope?" he said quirking an eyebrow in amusement before gripping the bottom of his robe to squeeze some of the water out. Vaguely he wondered if there might possibly be some sort of water-proof material clothing could be made of since he was always crashing into water. Glancing at the water he decided no mater how foolish it looked, it was certainly better then crashing into hard ground like that. Calliope landed on one of his ears making it twitch uncontrollably for a few moments, "do you mind?" he muttered, grabbing another handful of robe and squeezing water out. Not at all laughed the quirky moth as she took a sip of water from his damp hair. Rolling his eyes he continued squeezing until most of the water was out of his clothing.

"So this is Mirror Lake is it? It's beautiful here!" said Oerttena. Nodding his agreement he took a few moments to look around the gardens from a eye level view as opposed to from the air; both views were beautiful in their own ways. Contemplating over the garden he decided this one did not feel like home either, water was nice but this place was more water then land.

Straightening a shiver overcame him, "It gets cold when the sun goes down, huh?" he asked as he creeped closer to the cave with phosphorescent fungi in it. Curiously he leaned forward and poked the plants before tilting his head down further to see off what they were feeding from; already he was contemplating the usefulness of the interesting growth. Prodding it once more he noticed a weird sort of shadow pass over him and straightened to look skyward immediately, "There wouldn't happen to be anything large and predatory that hunts these areas?" he asked scanning the sky but finding nothing.

Destine smiled warmly at Oertenna, but turned to see Kyrylo landing in the water.

"Oh, dear," she giggled. He walked closer and she tried to help squeegee the water from his wings.

"Yes, like I said, what I think to be one of the most beautiful of all the Gardens. This particluar place is where I frequent." Kyrylo walked over, poking at the mushrooms.

"There wouldn't happen to be anything large and predatory that hunts these areas?" he said, looking up.

Destine smiled matter of factly. "I was wondering when you would notice." When they had entered the valley she had spotted Ora, cutting expertly through the air. She admired her aerobatic prowess.

She looked up at the hovering figure far above them and back at Oertenna and Kyrylo. "Let's have her join us, shall we?" Destine cupped her hands and brought them close to her lips; she closed her eyes and whispered inaudibly. She then looked up, and opened her eyes and hands, as if releasing something into the sky.

Then, just above them, a butterfly lazily spiraled down to land on Destine's outstretched wrist. The black half of it glistened in the absence of light, and it's other half seemed to change with the colors of the sky.

((Usually the same blue as the sky http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e2...lue_mormon.jpg))

She brought him close to her face. "Tristan," she said softly and caringly. He moved his wings slowly up and down and then set to flight, toward Ora.

'Should I say something?' she wondered to herself....

The butterfly quickly made its way closer as she paused in thought.

"Come, Ora. Join Destine, Kyrylo, and Oertenna. Destine requests your presence." He hovered in plain view just in front of her.

((He's got this youngish, mature, caring male British voice))

Despite his courteous tone, he did not wait for her answer. He filtted away in Destine's direction.

After feeling a pinch of pride upon viewing the group of fae below her, Ora's cheerful aspect was clouded by worry as she remembered her companion Lear. She hurriedly looked about her, spinning full circle, images of poor Lear lost and calling her name somewhere between here and the Evercommon Garden started to reel through her head. Just when her imagination had gone too far, imagining Lear perhaps safe with Dawnsong, she heard his faint voice to her left.

"Oh, so NOW you start to worry about me..."

Her head snapped towards the bright yellow moth, who now was also suspended mid-air, looking particularly fresh despite the long flight they had undertaken.

"Lear! I'm so sorry, it's just that... well, I guess I get a bit overexcited at times and forget about protocol. Did you really fly with me??"

Lear gave a sly look, as much as a moth can, and said "Let's just say I hitched a ride...." Ora couldn't possibly imagine what that meant, but for now she wouldn't have time to inquire. Their banter was suddenly interrupted by a beautiful, young butterfly who hovered in front of them.

"Come, Ora. Join Destine, Kyrylo, and Oertenna. Destine requests your presence."

Lear and Ora looked at each other, Lear opening his mouth to respond, but the polite butterfly was already making his way back to his sender. Ora suddenly felt a heavy burden of exhaustion come over her, probably from so much flying on the same day she was born. Feeling her wings a bit shaky, she welcomed the invitation and she and lear silently made their way down to the ground, descending at a slow pace, gently plopping their feet on solid ground a few feet away from the other fae. With all eyes on her, Ora felt a bit awkward and decided to wait for the other fae to greet her before speaking.

The butterfly that came before Ora landed on Destine's shoulder, slowly moving its wings up and down. She smiled at Ora as she plopped down before them, looking slightly abashed.

"Ora," Destine smiled and clasped her hands in front of her. "I'm so glad you could join us. It was quite a feat to catch us so quickly." She shared a knowing glance with Ora, but then addressed the three of them together.

"But it's getting late and I want to see if Caer has anything to say to you. She knows the Gardens in ways that I could never explain to you." She nervously glanced around a bit and furrowed her brows. "But as I said earlier, you can only find her if she wants you to find her. Go, look around, explore a bit and see if she comes to you."

Her worried look turned hopeful. "I'll be waiting here. If you can find her, I promise that it will be worth your while."

((Chit chat or post an exploration or two and then we can move on. Check Thousand Gardens thread for details.))

Kyrylo watched a little enviously as Ora landed pretty gracefully in their midst. Trying not to let the jealousy show, he flashed her a bright smile and then turned to inspect the moth that had landed on Destine. He had never seen her moth before and was curious about the colors and temperament. Nodding in agreement to Destine's comment about how Ora had some skills in catching up to them he sidled closer, "Did you follow us right after? Or would you say you waited a time first? Were you flying very fast?" the flood of questions left Kyrylo's mouth before he could stop himself; he really was quite curious.

Destine continued to talk and after a short time they were released once more to go exploring. Unsure of where exactly to go Kyrylo prodded once more at the luminescent fungi. Glancing around he looked for something sharp to cut away the mossy peat it seemed to be growing on and finding nothing he flit closer the the water. Upon getting closer he decided if there was anything interesting to be found it might be near the lake itself, so he began trudging around the entirety of it. Once he had finished (and still not found anything) he flapped his wings and launched himself into the air, looking for the next largest stretch of sand he could walk on.

Kyrylo repeated the process many times over until his robes were positively soaked. Each time he had flown into the air and looked for a new area to examine he had ended up in the water when he landed. Each time a loud bout of laughter followed by the furious beating of wings could be heard until his wings became sufficiently dry to take off again if need be. On his third course around a lake he found another plant that interested him. Getting closer to it he examined the almost black colored berries that grew in patches all over the plant. Those aren't good eats muttered Calliope, personal experience, don't eat them. Leaning close he plucked a berry and crushed it between his fingers, delighted when it left a deep blackish purple marking on his hand. It seemed like this garden was full of interesting things, he would have to come back to play around with these interesting plants later.

Glancing up he looked over the garden to see what all the other Fae were up to.

Caer was in her abode when she sensed something in the wind. 'I think they're here,' she thought, and put down a bouquet of colorful miniature roses she had been arranging in a vase.

Her home is a few large, rounded hanging coves made by twisting tough twine and fortified with flowering vines, looped over trees in the forest overlooking the lake. It is more nest than home, and fragile as it sways gently in the wind, but as a flying creature, her home need not be strong. She glided out into the sun and saw the others exploring the gardens.

'I hope none of them have wandered too far into the lakes,' she thought nervously. A quick look around reassured her that none of the newer faeries are within the darker parts of the water, and so she flew on to join Destine.

'Hello, Destine, hello, winged one,' she said, addressing the beautiful butterfly on Destine's shoulder. 'I can see that the others are very curious about the Lake! That is good.. this is our common source of water and such a refreshing place to be. '

'Something worries me though, that I would like to share,' Caer continued, her voice lower. She paused and gathered her thoughts. 'Recently at night, the lakes are a little less calm and I'm hearing some strange noises that I have never heard before. The wind is stronger and thus the waters seem forbidding. I don't think it is the spirits which are causing these disturbances.. but still I'd like to warn everyone to keep away at nights. I wonder if any Whisperers are behind this..?' she asked nervously, not knowing how Destine would react to such a wild claim.

Kyrylo had happened to look up just as Caer came flying out of, wherever it was she had been perched. Smiling to himself at having "found" the elder fae he launched himself into the air to fly where she and Destine were now talking. Too late he realized that he would probably be crashing into the water again and make a fool of himself in front of, yet another, Fae. Concentrating hard he tried his best not to land in the water again, only to succeed it not landing completely in the water. Water up to his ankles he sloshed forward and waved a hand in greeting "hello again" he called out all smiles.

Caer looked up and saw Kyrylo fae approaching. "Hello, Kyrylo!" she said, commending his determination on flying. "Do you like the Mirror Lake Garden? Isn't it beautiful? It is an ideal place to stretch our wings too, as the soft winds provide a boost when gliding. And of course, the water softens mishap landings."

"But please be careful," she warned. "Keep to the shallows of the water, and away from the darker parts of the waters on the other side of the lake. The trees are heavy there that keep the sunlight from penetrating the lake, so many strange and dangerous creatures make their home there."

"If at any time you feel a chat, just come right by and visit me here!"

"Hello Ora! It's good to see you again." Oerttena said with a welcoming smile. Oerttena didn't know where to start after Destine told them to explore for a bit. She looked around slowly, there was so much to see here from pools with lush bushes and reeds, to huge waterfalls lined with exotic flowers and plants. Just then something caught her eye, it wasn't the waterfall but something behind the waterfall, a darkness.

Oerttena flew over to the waterfall and landed on a rock next to the cave opening. There was no way to avoid the rushing water of the waterfall, but fortunately for her it was a small waterfall with only trickling water. She stepped through the water into a small but mystical looking cave, with moist walls lined with sparkling gems, rough but reflecting the sunlight that penetrated the trickling water. Below her feet the floors were lined with a soft moss, it was soft and silky on her toes. The cave was not deep but to Oerttena it was very beautiful, more so than the sun loving fields and flowers outside. She wanted to find more of these beautiful caves. Perhaps one day she could find one big enough to make a home out of.

Just them Kalias whispered in her ear, "Caer has joined Destine outside. You should go meet the Swanfeather." Oerttena was excited to meet the older fae. She burst through the waterfall catching the air beneath her wings on the way out. She made her way to where the other fae were standing. She almost looked like Kyrylo in her wet clothes, though he seemed to be soaked through. She smiled kindly and introduced herself to Caer, "Hello there. I'm Oerttena."

"Hi, Oerttena!" said Caer as the beautiful fairie approached. "I can see both of you are enjoying the garden. There's so much to see and do here. The water is always fresh and cool, and its just a lovely place to hang out."

"If you have any questions at all, you can find me in my abode where you're always welcome for tea and a chat."

"I do like the garden" he smiled as he drew closer to stand next to both Destine and Caer, "it is certainly very beautiful and in no doubt provides a very nice soft landing area for myself" he grinned a twinkle in his eye at his own little jest. Taking a moment to once more sweep the gardens with his gaze he tried to contain his excitement and save his questions about the history of this garden and others for a different point in time. "Certainly not the garden for me though" he continued looking pointedly at the dark areas of water Caer was telling him he should avoid. "I'll take you up on your offer sometime" he said looking around to see the approaching Oerttena. Lifting a hand half way in greeting he noticed the wet look of her clothes and damp hair. Lifting an eyebrow in question he stood silently waiting for the ladies to finish their talking.

"If you have any questions at all, you can find me in my abode where you're always welcome for tea and a chat." said Caer to both him and Oerttena.

Suppressing a shudder at the thought of having to taste that slightly bitter drink again he tried to smile, only to manage a sort of grimace, "yes.. tea" he trailed off trying not to look anyone in the eye.

Oerttena giggled at Kyrylo's aversion to the offer of tea. She knew he couldn't stand the stuff, but at least he was polite to Caer. "That sounds lovely," Oerttena replied to the offer. "I look forward to hearing many thing about the history of The Gardens."

...I don't think it is the spirits which are causing these disturbances.. but still I'd like to warn everyone to keep away at nights. I wonder if any Whisperers are behind this..?'...

Caer's words resounded in Destine's ears, even as she watched from just a step away while Caer smiled and laughed with Kyrylo, Oertenna, and the modest Ora.

After hearing Caer's words, Destine had paled a little. To mask her emotions, she tried to cover her mouth with her hands, nibbling on her thumb nail. She knew what lurked in the dark waters; it was the same that lurked in the darkest parts of the Shadowgrounds -- or rather, she at least knew what was responsible for those things. Closing her eyes, she inwardly shuddered.

Tristan floated from his perch on her shoulder to rest on her nose, wings evermoving and hiding her face. She let her hands rest at her sides and he quickly flew off into the distance. She shook her head and rubbed her face vigorously. When she emerged, she seemed to be wearing a weary smile.

Destine came closer to the chatting group and stepped up stealthily behind Caer. She leaned over covering her mouth and whispered something inaudible to her. Then leaned back with the same weary smile and looked down for a moment, but brought her attention quickly back to the group.

It was getting late. The sun barely touched the tips of the hills surrounding the lake. The fountains that were gushing at what seemed like just moments before were somehow quieter, slightly less frequent. The rainbows began to cast more light on the valley than the sun -- more like a soft, prismatic glow than direct light. But still, the darker patches here and there in the water looked almost black.

Caer nodded at Destine's words and glanced over the lakes. The sky was turning a warm glow and the shadows grew longer and stretched ominously over the lake. Caer watched sharply at the dark shadows in the rippling waters and for a fleeting moment, saw what Destine mentioned. Her expression was impassive, and slowly she turned back to the group.

"I hope you will remember what I said about the waters. It is not as forbidding as I make it out to be, of course, but as a dweller in this garden, your safety is my prime concern." Caer stopped for a moment, as if remembering something sorrowful. "..Tragedy must not be allowed to strike again." She said quietly.

Suddenly she smiled, a gentle Historian again. "Well, we can't hang around here all day! I believe the next destination is the Shadowgrounds? The sunset is particularly beautiful there." She motioned to a huge, glittering waterfall. "The way to the Shadowgrounds is through the cave behind that waterfall. It should lead you to the River of Promises, and of course, the Drowned Valley."

Destine stepped up next to Caer to address them all. "Yes, it is getting quite late, and I want to take you one more place that I'm sure you'll find to your liking." She particularly looked at Oertenna and Kyrylo.

She then directed her attention to Ora. "And Ora, the Shadowgrounds are nothing for a Lilthe to fear, but it would be better if you come with us now than wander in sometime on your own."

Turning to Caer, Destine grabbed one of her hands with both of hers. "Caer, come with us too. It's been so long since you've visited, and I'm sure observing the first meeting of these fae with the Shadowgrounds will be quite the study." She smiled warmly.

"Alright, then." Destine turned and readied herself for flight. She sighed a little, worn from the days travels. With a quick, heavy push of her wings, she hovered for a moment. "Kyrylo," she said jokingly, not looking at him. "This is water that I promise you won't need to be afraid of." She maneuvered herself into a position aimed straight at one of the largest waterfalls in the valley -- the one Caer had pointed out.

With the last burst of energy she seemed to have, she flung herself toward the roaring wall of water. Moments before hitting it, she extended her wings to their full length. Like light curtains, the water opened for her, leaving just enough room for her to get through, but not wetting her with a single drop. After she passed through, water dropped back into place. She had flown toward the waterfall haphazardly, so it didn't seem like she consciously moved the water; it just seemed to flow around her.

Kyrylo listened carefully as Destine spoke, addressing both him and Oerttena in her gaze as she talked about the next garden being more to their liking. Casually he looked around the one they were in and though about how he would certainly like some water, just not so much in the place he would later call home. So far the other gardens had all been pleasant but none had really called out specifically to him. Eagerly he unfolded his wings and gave them a few flutters, ready to see if the next was a more fitting home.

"Kyrylo, this is water that I promise you won't need to be afraid of." teased Destine.

"I'm not afraid of water" grinned Kyrylo, "If anything its afraid of me, all those beating it keeps taking at my expense.". Chuckling he lifted into the air to try and hover behind Destine to follow her to the next destination. As she shot off toward the fall he worried that the water might beat her out of the air and drop her into the pool below, sure he had gotten wet a lot in this last garden, but he had fallen into the water, the water hadn't pulled him down.

In awe he watched as the water parted to allow her through and hoping that it wasn't just her ability, reading items wasn't the same as moving water was it?, he followed. Half way to the fall he veered away remembering Calliope, Surely the water wouldn't part for something so small as a moth. Diving towards her he caught her gently in his arms and held her to his chest as he flew recklessly towards the fall.

"Ready or not" he muttered just as he was reaching the fall.

Destine caught Oerttena's attention when she mentioned that the next garden would be to her liking. She's liked all of them so far so the thought of one being even more so to her liking excited her. Her eyes lit up.

Oerttena smiled at Kyrylo and Destine's banter about his trouble with the wanter. "Perhaps you should live in the wanter Kyrylo. It seems to be your favorite place so far." She couldn't help but give him a hard time for all of his crash landings into the lakes and rivers. She flashed a playful grin in his direction, and chuckled.

As Destine moved toward the waterfall Oerttena became nervous. Surely she knew what she was doing. She did see the waterfall didn't see? Her mind raced with worry and her heart began to sink. Just as she was about to call out to the older fae the waters parted. Oerttena about fainted with relief which was soon overcome by amazement! She must have looked ridiculous as her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "That's so cool!" she exclaimed. It reminded her of the cave she found. She wondered if there were any more parting waterfalls in the gardens, perhaps one with a beautiful cave behind it...

Wandering off in her own thoughts again she realized that she was getting left behind. She hurriedly attempted to lift herself from the ground to follow but managed to tangle her feet and trip over herself in excitement. She was a bit embarrassed but no one seemed to notice her foul. She tried again, this time more patiently and careful. She followed the other fae through the mysterious waterfall. She desperately wanted to touch the water as she flew through but she couldn't reach it. It was probably better; who knows what would have happened had she managed to reach it.

Caer looked around the garden again before leaving, as if looking for something. 'Maybe I'm just overly cautious,' she thought. 'Oh well.'

She flew towards the glittering waterfall, nervously. She has been through parting waterfalls many times, but not this particular one that leads to the Shadowgrounds. Though not a true Llithe, Caer still holds abit of dread going there.

'Don't be silly,' she scolded herself. 'Destine and the others will be with you, theres nothing to be afraid of. And anyways, as a senior faerie, you should be most comfortable in all parts of the gardens!' And with that, she braced herself and quickly flew through the falls into the darkness within.