Skye spied a man and a boy walking along a path on the countryside. Tsubasa must have seen them also, because he flew towards them in a neutral stance, with no bad intentions. The gigantic, white Fearow landed beside the tall man, and the boy trailing behind him, carrying what looked like a dagger, but it was much too big to be called such.
A curious look in her eyes, Skye slid off Tsubasa's back, and gazed at the two. Her indigo eyes noticed something vaguely familliar about the very tall man, but the boy she did not know. She convinced herself that the tall man just looked like someone she had met, perhaps someone who had visited the bath house, but her intuition told her it was not so. She knew him from...elsewhere.
"Sorry to drop in on you like this..." Skye said, her long, fair hair wild from its adventures with the wind. Her eyes looked at the taller man carefully, finally noticing his pointed ears. When she noticed she was staring, she looked away, feeling awkward. "I...my name is Skye..."
