Creature of The storm
She glided silently in the storm, rain bouncing off her wings with some force yet untouched by the violence of the weather. A delicate creature floating so gracefully above mountains, deserts and river banks concentration on her face through out. Her two bright blue eyes sparkled through the rain as if to steal its energy and blonde hair visible in the sky from some distance. An elf with wings, or a fairy with magic? She continued her flight surveying the area for them.
As she flew over the Murgh Mountains she saw something carried by the river, her eyesight was better than a humans but she still couldn't identify the object. As she inclined her body toward the water she noticed her flowing in the river, could it be? Could it be one of the two?
She swooped down and caught the basket in between her teeth with care, knowing the contents were precious to the future; the only issue now is the other one. She flew to safety clutching the child searching for a name.
"Wryal," Child of the flying elves, child of the future, she means everything.