-closer to Gav, defensive, realizing in her flight that her hood had been pulled back, pulling it back on, covering the white of her feathers that puffed up due to the distress she was feeling, eyes narrowed, very conscious of everything around them. "Gav? Is he.....?"

-under the cloak she wore, same color as her simple green dress. Kerva almost ran into Gav, a tackling hug but she stopped just short of him, standing inches apart. "There you are! You can't keep running off...." her voice trailed off once she saw the giant knight standing by the fire, moving-

-faster and faster until she saw the clearing. She saw Gav and on instinct, dove right down, letting out a hoot to let Rena know, if she could distinct herself from the less humanoid owls of the forest. "Gav? Gav!" She all but yelled out, landing towards him, her wings tucking back behind her-

She had been flying high for a while, knowing Rena was close by but Kerva flew with such an urgency that she clearly left the older woman behind. It was then she saw a bright light in the distance: fire. It had to be and fire was Gav's trademark. She steered herself towards it, beating her wings-

-taking the opportunity one morning, after Rena had left them to find jobs to fulfill, to grab a freshly baked loaf of bread to share with Gav. Just the two of them. A simple little mundane thing. Something she wouldn't trade for anything else.

-while Gav seemed unbothered. She wasn't sure if he felt the same way she felt, too afraid to ask, having already lost one home already, she didn't want to ruin what she had with Gav. So, she kept it to herself, focusing on the voice from afar. Finally, settling in Teziir for the time being-

-spoke to her, woke her up, Gav would sit with her until she could calm down enough to sleep again, not once thinking little of her. It meant the world to her. She would be there for him as much as he was for her, Rena making small, fun, observable comments. Kerva would almost lose her composure-

-extended a hand, to travel with them. Kerva couldn't contain her excitement, eagerly accepting. She had two new friends that didn't think odd of her. The last three months were the best time she'd had in a very long time. They would make their way south, to warmer weather. When the voice at night-

-before. The Elf helped her to calm down, reassuring her, warm and friendly. She had forgotten what that felt like. When they shared why they were traveling, she reluctantly shared her own and received no judgement. Instead, the Elf, introducing himself as Gavwen Arajeon and the druid, Rena Rafisur-

-Flying across the skies. It would be a day before she would come across two travellers, holding ground against a wounded drake. The Elf almost had their head bitten off when she commanded the very lightning inside her to strike it down. She panicked, of course, because she had never taken a life-

-It would be better if you left."

Her own friends, eventually her own family, began to see her as some kind of burden. Taking the side of the neighbors and strangers. She had decided, one day, to do just that. Taking what she could, she would follow this storm, seeking out its source. -

-that some kind of being in the storm would call out, asking her to follow, to approach it. Her fascination only grew with each passing day, excited at first to talk to others about it. Before they would curse her.

"A storm deity in the night sky? You're inviting trouble, trouble we don't want.-