Celi walked around Wyvern's Court, exploring the Northern and Southern hills and marveling at the very big differences between the avian and serpiente. The young wyvern couldn't believe that her mother had once been responsible for merging these two cultures, it sounded like trying to force the two parts of a magnet to connect despite the force that was repelling each other.

Maybe she should had studied her relatives better. Zenle and Aleya were each going to be leaders of the two people, well with exception for the male hawk's case; his pair bond will be named Tuuli Thea. Aleya was the serpiente Arami and would become the new Diente once her father stepped down. The odd part of their family had to be their parents. Salem was a cobra while Sive was a hawk but instead of two wyverns, their kids had opposite features; Zenle had golden-kissed skin and gold eyes, but his long straight hair was solid black as his father's. Aleya's hair was as golden as her mother's, but she had eyes that were the same piercing ruby as her father's, the same red that her...half-sister wore.

Celi shook her head, not wanting to think about her complex family structure right now.

She was now wandering the edge of Wyvern's Court, having spent several days trying to understand the feel of her new world. While Nicias and Oliza had never said anything to her about it, Celi had a feeling that they would never return to their old home on the coast. A rush of sadness filled her but was pushed away, she would miss her old friends. But yet she had been welcomed by many wonderful new friends. She smiled as she mentally named them all; there was Zenle and Aleya, her half-sister Ainra, Bianca, Veli, and a young sparrow named Lulu who served as Valene's assistant.

Her thoughts were halted when she saw a flicker of movement which quickly turned into the image of a girl moving out from between the buildings and into the woods. The young wyvern hesitated, then carefully followed. It wasn't nice for her to follow random people, it was rude, but yet something about this girl had been different, but her glimpse had been too short to place her finger on it. Despite her thoughts, Celi could not help but follow.

A butterfly fluttered in the air with its sparkly wings reflecting the sunlight. It hovered in the air a few inches before being tugged down rather sharply but some unseen force. It fluttered helplessly back before being released to repeat the process over again.

Celi watched the display from the tree tops. Her body was coiled around the branch that she had chosen, the muddy brown wood looked out of place beside her black and ivory-cream scales. Her eyes drifted from the insect to look at the sole occupant who was resting against a tree in the glade. For some reason the girl seemed out of place, more so than she.

Her skin was the pale color milk with hair that was short with a slight curl and was light cream in color. Her eyes were the color of rocks, a simple shade of gray. From her back sprouted a pair of wings that looked almost like a peregrine's but were dark in shade.

Celi felt a strange brush against her body, she didn't need to be told what it was for she knew.

jaes'Ahnmik, falcon magic.

"You can come out now."

The voice startled that she would had fallen out of her tree, but the wyvern managed to hang on then sat up, blinking in confusion. It couldn't been her that the falcon was addressing. But the girl lifted her head and looked directly at her tree, her gray eyes were dull as if it was no surprise to be spied on while she was playing with a butterfly.

Celi walked into the glade and sat down beside the strange falcon, but yet with enough distance. She could feel the girl's magic, it was no longer just a simple touch, it was like wave that brushed outward before it drew back, it was nothing like her father's magic. But a sudden burn made her cry out and she looked at her arm in shock. A long thin cut pierce her skin, just above her elbow. She felt a tendril of magic wrap around the wound and jumped up, backing away from the...quemak falcon.

"Wait."

The voice made Celi pause her retreat to look back with wary eyes. The girl was looking at the butterfly, drawing it down before sending a small blast of power that crushed the insect like it was a piece of paper. "My name is quemak'la'Keyi." She said nothing else and Celi continued her escape.

"What happened?"

Celi looked up, blinking at her parents then looked down at her arm. The wound was still there, bleeding a little with the tendril hovering as if waiting. She just stared at it in confusion, not noticing that her father had stepped closer and carefully touched her arm and Celi felt his magic gently brushing her skin, healing the cut.

"I...just fell," Celi said, not meeting her father's gaze. She saw her parents exchange a look. "Try being careful, we don't want you getting hurt." Oliza told her, moving some of her bangs to the side and Celi caught a glimpse of the pale silvery blue hair. Something was happening and Celi found herself growing nervous.

Why did her parents really bring her here?

"Nicias, you don't think?"

"I can't claim it or deny it."

"But her bangs..."

"I guess we have to wait and see."

Celi was quiet as she listened to her parents. Their words made no sense but she felt only more dread. What was her parents talking about? Well she did know that it involved her obviously, but yet why did her mother mentioned her bangs? Celi carefully used her fingers to single out the strands that had been mentioned and stared at them.

Her father had icy blue color on his bangs which seemed to mirror his eyes. It looked natural with his pale golden hair with the blue-violet feathers on his nape. But yet her bangs seemed almost out of place. Her hair was a mass of pale gold highlights and ebony lowlights which formed a streaking pattern, her feathers were a startling contrast, being violet-black before they faded into pale rust. Her father was vague about his falcon roots, but she did know enough that the falcon magic stained the falcon's body, mainly affecting their eyes and the front of their hair. But she didn't have magic. Maybe this was just some silly adult thing that had no real purpose. That sounded better.

Celi glanced at her parents and carefully stood up, turned, and crept back to bed. Ready to put her worries to bed for the night.