((So, we know all the base info about the plot now. I'll throw some action right into it, right off the bat. 8D Your character may come in any way you like~))

Riccio's lungs burned as he panted, running full tilt through the thin forests that surrounded the borders of the Nature Continent, Rivierra. Well, that certainly hadn't gone as planned. Not at all.

"Sister, there's something you need to know." he said, stepping into the main hall of the Overseer's temple. His younger sibling stood at the end, surveying a map table with strategically placed pins placed in it. He started toward her, his arms tight around the books in his arms.

"... You'd better have a good reason for interrupting me, Riccio." she said, turning around, and making the navy-haired male pause. He sighed and stepped forward. One could never tell how Chamely would take things at this point. She was so volatile during times of conflict for the Era, and right now seemed to be the worst they'd ever encountered.

"There's a complication." he explained slowly, holding out the book. "The towers were supposed to be set two thirds of a century ago, correct? Well... I've found a document that states--" he was cut off as Chamely snorted loudly.

"You think I hold any concern for the towers, Riccio? We only activate them once every hundred years! The Overseer before me did it sixty years ago. Do you know math, big brother? That means we have another forty years left. I'll be an old woman by the time I pray at that damned altar." he growled, stepping down from the raised platform where the maps were and approaching her brother. "Now, get out of my sight, and don't come back unless you've got news about the war." Riccio swallowed and shook his head.

"Chamely, you're wrong. We don't have much time, so please listen... The last Overseer, though he was bold, activated the tower too early. Thirty nine years, and two weeks too early, in fact." he said, showing her the records he was holding. "We have only two weeks to reactivate the elemental towers, and that means we need to come to a truce with Gnios."

At this point, his sister snarled. "Of course, Riccio. Of course. You hate fighting, and so, you do what? Try and halt the war with a false claim?" she snapped without even looking at the book. "Have you forgotten that Allegra was your sister too?!..." Going quiet, the young woman stared at him. "... Get out. I'll give you an hour to get out of the Continent. We're only a couple hours from the border. You make it into Terraa, you're home free. You don't, I send soldiers after you." she said coldly. "Now... Go."

True to her word, his younger sister had sent men after him an hour into his trek, turning his fast-paced walk in the direction of the Fire Continent into a full sprint, as arrows landed in the trees by his head with deep, hollow sounding 'thunks'. His blood was rushing and adrenaline flooded his brain as he ran, praying he made it away in time. Suddenly, the trees cleared suddenly and Riccio stumbled as he emerged into the bright sun. The field before him went from lush green to deathly yellow, to brown and the soil beyond was hot and ravaged.

"The border!" he exclaimed aloud in joy as he bolted toward it. Of course, luck wasn't always on his side, and a 'whish' grew louder from behind him as he ran, before Riccio cried out in agony with an arrow stuck in his left calf. Glaring at the soldiers who poured from the edge of the forest behind him, he continued limping. Stumbling forward, Riccio suddenly felt the air change and it grew hotter, more heavy. He groaned, falling forward onto safe, Terraan soil and he collapsed.

The men following him faltered. He had indeed made it over the border, but it had only been a few steps. Were they supposed to pursue, or leave him there for the vultures to pick at? After a few brisk words with the commander of the unit, the soldiers decided to fall back, leaving the Rivvierran male unconscious on the edge of the Terraan border.

Fugitive was the first word that came to the Tyrrenelian's mind when he saw the arrows raining down on someone below. He circled in the air, careful too keep his shadow by the trees so that he wouldn't be spotted and as such, acquire a handful of arrows in his white and gray feathered wings. With his obsidian colored eyes, Colin Ramzey watched the spectacle with a frown. Though he initially thought that the man was a fugitive, his appearance was greatly familiar to the flyer. It was nagging at him. He felt like he'd seen that person before...he simply couldn't remember where.

When one of the arrows struck home, Colin was ready to dive down and pluck the familiar fugitive out of the soldier's range simply because the Tyrrenelian could not stand the thought of someone dying before his eyes without him doing anything to help. His wings had been poised for a sharp dive when suddenly, the Riverran managed to make it past the borders. Silently flapping his wings in the air, Colin dove in to the fray. He wasn't going to take the chance that the soldiers would release their arrows even if the other man was already out of their territory.

His speed was all for naught however, since the soldiers had decided to leave the fugitive be. Colin slowed down his descent as he kept an eye out for the soldiers before quietly landing beside the fallen man. The Tyrrenelian stared at the bleeding man for a moment, assessing all the damage made to his person, before kneeling and pulling out the arrow. The amount of blood pouring out of the wound had Colin rushing to take off his blue scarf and use it as a bandage. He applied as much pressure on the wound as he dared before he lifted the man in to his arms and flew away to the nearest town where a doctor would be able to treat the Rivierran better.

Hours later, the doctor proclaimed the Rivierran to be fine and his injuries had been treated. Colin thanked the man and paid for his services before going inside the room where the man he rescued was resting. Deciding to give the male some time to rest, the Tyrrenelian sat on the rather uncomfortable wooden chair that clinics can't seem to live without. He was near the bed and he was certain that his long black hair and tanned face would be the second thing that the Rivierran would see after he woke up from his slumber.

Vaguely conscious and in excruciating pain, the Rivierran felt someone lifting him off the ground. He felt being suspended in the air and he groaned softly, though he didn't stir. Even after arriving at the doctor in the city and being bandaged and assessed, he remained unconscious and oblivions. It wasn't until he was set in the bed and gived rest that he began to stir.

Riccio moaned and rolled about, his rest fitful. His eyelids fluttered a few times before suddenly, he sucked in a massive gasp and sat up suddenly, choking and coughing on his own large intake of breath. He pounded his chest a few times before freezing. Someone was next to him.

Alert as ever, the Rivierran had his arms up defensively as he stared, shocked at Colin. He went to open his mouth and demand to know where he was, but he stopped, forced himself to close it and turned his golden eyes to analyzing the room and his saviour. The room was calm and soft, painted in relaxed tones and there were books and papers on a desk nearby. The male before him, however, was very interesting. Large wings, black hair, tanned face. He was not Rivierran or Terraan, for sure.

"... I'm in Terraa. I made it?" he said suddenly, glancing back at Colin. "... Where is this? A hospital... Are we on the Border Colony?" he asked softly, staring at the Tyrrennelian. "And you... You're of Tyrrennel. Why are you in Terraa?" Confusion, determination and a hint of frustration lined his words as he spoke them and his eyes sparkled with both alertness and distrust.

"... Where's my bag?" he asked suddenly, glancing around. His rucksack had held everything he needed, including his books about the towers and... "The Towers!" Riccio exclaimed suddenly, his eyes widening. Boldly, he threw back the blankets on the bed and went to stand, only to cry out and have his knees buckle under him. "My... My leg..."

((I'm so having trouble spelling Rivierran and Tyrrennelian. xD ))

Colin hadn't said a word even after all the confused babble that came out of the Rivierran. It was best to let the man work things out for himself, to let his memory do the job of informing him of what had happened. As the injured man began to ask questions of his lineage, Colin felt himself grow slightly irate. What right did this person have to question him in such a manner? Before Colin could question him on that however, the man started to panic and forgot about his injured leg.

Reacting fast, the Tyrrennelian stood up and supported the Rivierran before he could fall and open his wound. His large hands grabbed a hold of the other male's waist and quite easily held him up, taking most of his weight on to his own tanned arms. "You were hit by an arrow earlier," came Colin's low voice, "...and I should ask you the same question. Why are you here Rivierran? This is not your country."

Unceremoniously, Colin pushed the other man back on to the bed. He was careful to not jostle the Rivierran's wound but otherwise, he was unrelenting.

"Don't move from there. You'll open your wound." Grunting slightly at the man, the Tyrrenelian turned to the side and lifted something up and then placed it on the bed as well. It was the Rivierran's bag. Colin had earlier on left it by the border since it weighed far too much to allow him to fly at his maximum speed. When the doctor had been treating the Rivierran, he had gone back to the border and retrieved the man's belongings, thankful that no one had ransacked it.

"To answer your earlier questions...yes you are in Terraa. Yes, this is a hospital and yes we are on the Border Colony."

Having answered the man's questions, the Tyrrennelian sat back down on his designated seat and promptly stared at the other man. He wasn't planning on answering his query about what he was doing in Terraa soil nor wanting to have a mundane conversation. He was simply there to make certain that the man didn't further injure himself.

"Don't mind Colin," an old male voice came from the doorway. Soon enough an old chuckling Terraan walked in to the room. His back was hunched and his white beard was long enough to be tied...which it was. With a black ribbon in fact.

"He's just a little rough around the edges but he's a good man." Said good man grunted in an insulted manner from his position. The old Terran didn't seem to hear the distinct complaint and approached the Rivierran, "Colin was the one whom found you and brought you here." At this, Colin stood and offered his seat to the old man whom promptly took it with a grateful nod. As the Tyrrennelian took custody of the window, his back turned to the two men in the room, the Terraan continued to speak.

"My name is Gregory. I'm the resident doctor here. May we know who you are and why you have come to Terraa?"

((Me too, sadly. xDD; ))

Riccio was panicky a few more moments, not sure where he was or what was going on. His eyes were moving about the room feverishly and, as he was pushed backward onto the bed, he was honestly about ready to launch an attack in self-defense at Colin, simply because he had no knowledge of what was going on.

As he hit the bed once more, Riccio took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He'd always been shaky and it had taken years to calm down his nervous twitches and habits. "Okay... Okay, I..." Attempting to tell his story, though, simply set Riccio's pulse racing once more and he forced himself to take more deep breaths.

As he went to try and speak again, Colin dumped the bag on the bed, and the navy-haired Rivierran dove at it, rooting through his choice personal possessions to get to the book that mattered everything to him. The book that he... Wait!

Riccio just about forgot about his injured leg and was about to stand again as he remembered his reason for leaving Rivierra in the first place. However, Gregory walking in stopped him short and he blinked, staring at the Terraan. The presence of the older man seemed to calm the younger man and he sighed.

Nodding at Gregory, Riccio glanced from him to Colin, once again wondering why a Tyrrennelian was in Terraa with a Terraan doctor. However, he focused on the old man's question and nodded, trying to organize his facts.

"I-I... I'm afraid my news from Rivierra is grave. You're aware of the war between Rivierra and Gnios, I'm sure. The loss of the Overseer's sister was a sad event. But..." The navy-haired demon bit his lip softly. "I work in the record rooms at the temple in Rivierra's capital and... I came across a c... complication." Glancing gravely at Gregory, Riccio's golden eyes conveyed danger and worry. "The Elemental Towers in the Era were mis-calculated. They need to be reset... within the next week and a half. Otherwise, the protection spell will break and..." he couldn't finish the sentence. The thought made him queasy.

However, after a moment, the young man couldn't help but chuckle. "... I must sound crazy, not even having introduced myself... I'm Riccio. Riccio Keymarten Banded. Middle child and older brother of the Overseer, Chamely. I the bookkeeper in the libraries in the Rivierran temple."

((I just copy and paste the words from you post because whenever I try to spell them, I always get it wrong. xD ))

Banded.

Colin raised his head at the last name before sighing softly. Now he remembered why the Rivierran seemed so familiar. He'd seen him before in the portraits of his country's library. It seems the royal families followed him wherever he went, he thought as he rolled his eyes. Rubbing his temple, the Tyrrennelian let out a frustrated grunt as he listened to Riccio's tale. Well...wasn't that just his kind of luck? He went somewhere far away from the political intrigues and he suddenly encounters someone of royal blood who had a mission to save the world.

"Well...that is quite grave," Gregory responded and then turned his face to look at Colin's tense back. The old Terraan winced at what he was about to ask of the young man. He knew that Colin would not say no to his request if he were to voice it, "Colin..."

At the sound of his name, Gregory saw the young man's shoulders slump slightly. His wings fluffed themselves up, almost as if the Tyrrennelian was readying himself for flight. "I'm sorry...you know what I'm about to ask."

"...I do." Colin murmured as he stared dully out the window and brought his hands to his back. He was tense but his stance was unwavering.

"Will you do it?" Gregory asked, hating himself for what he was making the tired boy do. It had taken the Tyrrennelian months to find a sanctuary such as this Border Colony where he wasn't stared at and discriminated against and here Gregory was, making the boy leave the home he had just found.

"...I will."

The old man felt his heart break at the sound of utter defeat and weariness behind the words. He nodded at Colin's back before he turned to the Riverran. "Fear not youngin'. Colin will help you spread the word around and he'll even take you to the places where your presence and your proof will most likely be needed."

"I'll send the messages...Riccio, you should get ready. We'll leave soon." Colin said and then turned around, slowly walking out of the room. If he was going to help save the world, he wasn't about to waste any time in idle chatter. He needed to write first to the Overseer of Terraa and tell them of the situation and that they would be visiting them soon. He sighed as he entered his room and grabbed a piece of paper and pen. Quickly, he started to write his letter. Once he was done, he stamped it with his seal before acquiring the aid of a carrier pigeon. He opened the window and let the bird fly away, knowing that it was trained to head to the Terraan Overseer's balcony.

Back in the hospital room, Gregory shook his head at Colin's exit. "Best to do as he says m'boy. Colin doesn't like wasting any time...and from the sounds of it, we don't have any to waste as well. I'll prepare some supplies for you so you should get ready." The old man said before standing up and walking towards the door as well.

((xD Aw. Yeah, I fail at them too and I've been writing for this world for nye on eight or nine years now. :] Yay for failing at things~!
Actually, I was considering taking the plot for this roleplay and turning it into a plot for something else, since I've been trying to make real use of the Demonic Era ever since I first created it.
You think this plot would make a good, if not too generic, video game plot? I'd have to spruce it up a bit, but I wonder. The elements of an adventure RPG are all there, and I do need to undertake a new, big project... What do you think?))

Riccio took in the info he was receiving. When he'd found out about the disaster looming overhead, he'd been worried beyond belief. However, Gregory and Colin's reactions seemed strangely subdued. Was he reading too much into this, or could he just be too panicked and overreacting, as it had been his nature to do so all his life.

Granted, being the middle child was not always the worst thing. It was, of course, customary for the youngest child born to take over the throne once they came of age. This also meant that any child could be usurped by a younger sibling once the appropriate age had been reached. Riccio had always dreaded the coming of his leadership and so, at the age of eighteen, when his little sister Chamely had come of age, he eagerly handed over the throne, retreating to the quieter libraries of the temples.

Now, however, the Rivierran male wondered if that had been the right decision, not that he'd have been able to make any other. Chamely had gone nearly berserk when their older sister Allegra had been killed on Gniosian grounds. The incident had been because of a drunk guard on watch, who didn't believe that their sister was indeed a disciple of the Rivierran Overseer, come to discuss terms of peace with the Gniosian Overseer in her younger sister's place.

The death had been tragic and the funeral a disaster, Riccio remembered holding Chamely back as she screamed curses at the Gniosian Overseer, who had come to apologize. The man had seemed distraught over the event and had come to wish Chamely his best wishes and try to make peace.

His sister had had no wish to hear his explanations, however, and after the funeral ended, with the Gniosian Overseer being escorted out, due to Chamely's maddened wishes, the youngest Banded immediately declared war on Gnios.

Riccio sighed inwardly as he reflected on the recent past and shook his head weakly. No. He had no ability to change the past, and the future needed his diligence. Clearly, he'd have to work with what he had.

Carefully, the bluenette tested the tolerence of his leg. As long as he didn't put too much strain on it, it appeared he could walk. Running, though, was out of the question unless... Wait... Riccio paused, frowning slightly. Was he still in Terraa? The Rivierran sighed softly at the thought of his previous friend. Banished from Rivierra when he tried to make peace with Chamely and explain to her that war wasn't the best option, he'd decided to return to his homeland, Terraa.

Shaking his head stubbornly, Riccio mentally shook himself from his memories. Even if his friend was still in Terraa, it wasn't as if he'd want to see him anyway. After all, he'd done nothing to prevent his exile...

(( Can I just mention the fact that I have no idea how to pronounce some of the names you came up with? xD

Yeah. Sure. I'd give it a go but I might be biased because I'm a fan of role playing games. xD It'd be great if the perspectives changed and such...maybe input several characters from different regions who all come together in some way or another. o.o

I do think that we need to increase the time limit though. A couple of days is going to be impossible if we're going to different places in the demon world.))

Colin sighed again and rubbed his temples while tossing as much of his necessities in his pack. If he was going to carry Riccio in the skies, he was going to have to reduce as much weight as he could. And with the additions of those books...they weren't going to be able to fly for too long without Colin needing a break. As strong as his wings were, they weren't meant to carry so much weight.

Once he was ready, he slung his pack over his shoulder and once again entered Riccio's room. He passed by Gregory in the hall, noting that the other man seemed to be avoiding his gaze. It made Colin more than a little guilty. What was one person's sentiments compared to the whole world anyway? Sighing again, the Tyrrennelian grabbed Riccio's bag. He was not going to let the other man carry something heavy while his leg was in such a bad shape.

"Are you ready?" Colin asked as he flexed his wings slightly, trying to get them ready for the flight of their lives. He was going to be pushing himself to his limits in an effort to get to the Terran Overseer as quickly as he could. "We won't be making a lot of stops...luckily, the Terran Overseer's place isn't too far from here so as long as the skies stay clear, we'll be able to get there after three or four hours of flying. Five if the winds are against us."

Colin didn't actually want to mention the fact that he knew this country's Overseer...and that the guards were quite familiar with him so they weren't going to have any trouble with getting in. Getting out however, was another issue altogether. The Tyrrennelian looked behind him when he heard a knock and seeing as it was Gregory, he relaxed slightly. The older man had a bag of medicine on his hand which he promptly handed to Colin. He frowned at how many bags the gruff man was going to carry and was about to voice out his concerns when Colin beat him to it.

"I'll be fine. If it's only this much weight, I can still fly...though it won't be as high as usual."

He gave Gregory a nod before turning back to Riccio, waiting for the other man to get ready if he wasn't. They were going to fly away at the roof of the hospital so that it wouldn't be too difficult to lift their feet off the ground. He could simply catch the wind from the roof or jump down to build some strength. Blinking, Colin withheld a smirk as he watched Riccio. He wondered what the other man was going to think the moment he jumped off the roof with the Rivierran in his arms. Was he going to scream or not? Well, Colin mused as he backed away in to the hall - deftly avoiding whapping Gregory with his wings - so that he could lead the way to the roof, they would find out later.

((It gets worse. xD Chamely is pronounced like "chameleon" without the "on" and the emphasis on the first syllable. Gnios, the G is silent. :3

I've already got a large cast if characters and a good idea on building up the plot~ And I believe you may be right. xD What about a month?))

Riccio stretched and looked from Colin to his bags. "... Are you sure you'll be alright?" he asked softly, tilting his head. The bags the Tyrrennelian already had slung over his shoulders looked heavy. He couldn't imagine the male carrying him as well.

"I think my leg's doing okay for now. I can walk, at least." the bluenette demon said with a sheepish sigh as he ran his fingers over his curled goat-like horns. At Colin's comment about flying, the Rivierran paled slightly. He wasn't one for heights, but he reminded himself that it would be the fastest way to get anywhere and this job needed to get done... fast.

At that thought, Riccio bit his lip. A week ago, if someone had tried to tell him he was going to have to save the world from a ritual that had been going on for centuries, he would never have believed them. Now, he still couldn't really believe it, but he knew it was going to have to be him. His own sister hadn't believed him and had kicked him out of his home for trying to tell her.

"... Alright. Let's get going." the Rivierran said reluctantly as he dismissed his thoughts, glanced out the window, then to Gregory, whom he gave a nod of thanks. "Gregory, thank you. I... I owe you for your hospitality." he said with a small smile. He then turned to Colin and tried to suppress a shiver of discomfort at the thought of flying.

((...Uhm....I think I'll just stick to copy pasting for now. xD;

I think two would be better. It'll give our characters a chance to rest in between travel days and such. xD ))

"I'll be alright." Colin answered and then lead the way to top floor. He was careful to keep his pace subtly slow so that Riccio would be able to keep up and that the other man's pride wouldn't be particularly injured. He noticed that the Rivierran's hesitance when it came to a discussion about flying and Colin could only surmise that it was because he disliked heights. It would make sense. Most races disliked taking to the skies since they didn't have wings to aid them but Colin had always been fond of the open skies. When he flew, he knew that he was free to do as he pleased and that he wasn't tied down by politics and the expectant stares of those around him.

Gregory kept pace with them, smiling up at Riccio. "It ain't a problem youngin'. And from what I can gather, you'll be paying it back by saving lives."

The old Terraan nodded as Colin opened the door to the roof top. He let Riccio through first before he himself went out. He waited as Colin adjusted the bags and looked at the direction of the wind. The Tyrrennelian stretched his wings and let the wind touch each and every last one of his feathers before he looked at Riccio, waiting for the man to get in his arms so that they could fly away.

Before Riccio could move however, Gregory placed a gentle hand on the Rivierran's own.

"No struggle is without meaning." He said and then stepped back, letting the horned man go to Colin. When Riccio was near Colin, the Tyrrennelian didn't waste any time at all and swooped the other man in to his arms. He adjusted his hold on Riccio, making certain that he was supporting the Rivierran's back and that his legs were comfortable so that Riccio wouldn't be straining his injury. With Colin's strength, it wasn't difficult to keep carrying Riccio this way, like the other man was some sort of bride.

"We'll be going now Gregory." He said to the old Terraan who simply nodded and waved. He turned back to Riccio. "Put your arms around my neck if you want an extra reassurance that I won't drop you." He tightened his arms and pressed Riccio tighter against his chest and then made a run for it. His wings stretched and flapped once before he jumped off the roof.

They fell for a few seconds before Colin's wings grabbed a hold of the wind and he started flapping them, letting the two of them slowly rise in altitude. The bags were weighing down Colin however so they were unable to gain the height of the clouds. It would have been easier up there for the wind didn't change directions so easily but he had to make do with what he had.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he flapped his wings and then let them glide over the trees.

((Hope that was okay? I wanted them to get somewhere instead of just hanging around in the clinic. ^_^; ))

((After five years of writing for the world, you get used to it. xDD;; Copy-pasting is the easiest solution, though.
Alright. Two months sounds fine to me. :3))

Riccio smiled as Gregory spoke. He nodded slowly, eyes lit with hope. "Thank you, friend. I won't forget what you've done for me and for our world." he replied amicably. The old Terraan was kind, unlike many of the Continent's people, who, in trait with their governing element, were hot headed and fierce tempered. He bowed to the doctor before straightening up and walked slowly toward Colin, with a nervous expression on his face. He could not have predicted what would happen next.

As he was swept off his feet, Riccio couldn't help but let out a small 'eep' and flush slightly. He was going to be carried bridal style? Well, this was rather embarrassing. Though, he supposed, no real world-saving adventure could be half as impressive as the ones in the old legends, now could it. He sighed and glanced away from Colin, cheeks still tinted a brighter color than normal. At least the male was considerate enough to be careful of his injured leg. Riccio found himself wondering if the Terraan temple had anyone who could use magic to heal. Healers were hard to come by, as they're magic was not tied to any nationality. Himself, as a Rivierran, could control plants at a minimal level, influencing trees to bear ripe fruit faster and perhaps even changing the flow of a stream, had he the time to concentrate on it. His ability passed through nature, and his Continent's goddess, Mati, was the first daughter of the Mother of Life, Urys Ixe. She gave birth to the plants that spread across their world, or so the legend went.

He had never seen her summoned in earnest.

Snapping back to reality, Riccio glanced back at the Terraan standing behind them and barely got a glimpse before Colin flexed his wings, blocking his vision. The flight-bound demon then ran for the edge of the building's roof and the Rivierran's heart started a conga beat in his chest. He did not like heights, he did not like heights, he did not like heights! Colin's suggestion registered just in time for the navy-haired male to throw his arms around the stronger man's neck and bury his face in his collarbone in a desperate attempt to hide from the fact that he was, indeed, flying, before they dropped over the edge and took to the air.

As Colin's flight path evened out and he asked the Rivierran if he was alright, Riccio refused to move and simply let out a small noise, sounding a cross between a noise of protest and a whimper.

"I will be... Eventually... Hopefully." he said quietly, though luckily he was near the Tyrrennelian's ear so the sound of Colin's wings beating wouldn't drown out his weak, terrified sounding voice.

((Totally fine with me. xD Allows me to freak Riccio the hell out~ He's fun to torment in that way. :3))

((I just squealed. Riccio is adorable! xD ))

Colin couldn't help but grin as the other male made a frightened but cute sound. He indeed heard Riccio's scared whisper and for some reason, it made Colin tighten his arms around the Rivierran. Despite the frightened passenger with him and the fact that he couldn't go as fast as he wanted, Colin relaxed as the wind touched his wings and his hair. Flying had always made everything look so small to him, even the impending end of the world.

Without thought and preamble, Colin began to hum a lullaby from his own country. It was something that he remembered his mother singing to him as she carried him and they flew through the skies. His wings hadn't fully developed yet then and he had simply been clinging to her, listening to her voice and trying not to drift to sleep. Perhaps the lullaby would help Riccio calm down some just like it had helped him adjust to life in the air.

Hours later, Colin had to land since his wings were starting to feel slightly numb from flying too much. His arms too now that he thought about it. "We'll take a break over there." He said suddenly as he stared at the red forest down below that had a small lake at the center. Grunting a bit and slightly adjusting his hold on Riccio, he angled his wings and slowly descended on to the earth. When they were near the ground, he gave one mighty flap of his wings before his feet gently touched the ground. Carefully, he let Riccio down as he flexed his wings and let them relax. He released a relieved sigh as all of the muscles he had used received a much deserved break.

Without thinking about it, he placed a hand on Riccio's head and ruffled his hair a bit - almost as if it was a reward for bearing with the flying - before walking towards the lake and sitting down by its edge right under the shade of a red leafed tree. He wanted to get some form of sleep truly but they didn't have a lot of time to waste on resting. Like it or not, they would have to take to the air again after he had recovered. He rummaged through his pack and pulled out some fruits that he had decided to pack. He used the water from the lake to wash them and simply set them on a cloth beside him.

"You better eat. We won't be stopping for lunch later." He said and then bit in to the green fruit he had selected from the pile.

(( Here's the song if you're interested. Dear You - Cry))