Colours of the Wind

Faye hovered out in the square, wrapping her cloak around her small slight frame as she worried her lip.

She had finally been let out of St. Mungos again, and she hadn't wished to go home anymore than she was sure most of her family had wanted her to go there. So she had flewed herself here, lying to the healers and informing her that her parents were going to meet her in Azorat - she had used some story of dinner or something.

The young girl was sure she couldn't find some way to get to Azorat back to school, or perhaps just anywhere that was better than home. If all else failed she supposed she could go home too. She just didn't want to.

So shivering slightly, and doing almost exactly what had sent her back to St. Mungo's in the first place, Faye stood in the cold and waited for someone to come by, for something to happen.