Rue sat up with a jerk. The sun was still high in the sky, she had only been "home" for a little while. There was a strange rush of air through the trees and Rue began to search for a good place to hide. One can never be too cautious, you never know what might pop out of the woods. There was a strange yelping noise and Rue dove for cover . . . straight into the hot-spring. The water was warm and Rue shook out her lavender hair as she resurfaced. Rue watched the skies and caught a glimpse of something black and feathered. Whatever it was it looked ready to land, in Rue's "home." Rue swam back behind the curtain of water falling from the rock face and waited to see what would happen. She watched as the creature landed in her clearing. It looked like some kind of bird-dog thing. Whatever it was vanished from her mind as Rue set eyes on the lovely creature riding the. . . whatever that thing was. She was tall with a waterfall of clear blue hair, and pointed ears. A fae. A gorgeous, bird-dog riding, fae. Rue watched, enchanted, as the beautiful female dismounted and stood in the center of the hot-spring clearing.