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I am not Eirnae; I know this much. She is loved and adored by the Fa'e community (rightfully so) and is still a very dear friend of mine. I do not know what has led her so far from us, but I do hope that this is not permenant. Until then, I just need the support and warmth that I have come to admire from the other members of the community while I am finding my way into Shina, into who she truly is. The depiction will not be perfect, but please understand that this is all that I can do. This is everything I have. No one can help this situation, least of all Shina.

Shina's wings carry her farther and farther away from home, but at the moment that's what she wants. After leaving a note behind for her family to read, she's aiming to head to a forested area that she's never been to before, just so she won't have memories float up and cause still more conflicting emotions inside her heart.

'I wish I knew what is going on with me,' she puzzles in her head as she starts to lower her altitude, having spotted a thick forest just below that seems promising. She looks for a place where she could land, seeing a clear stretch in the distance she heads for that. No sense in getting branches tangled up in her wings if she doesn't have to.

Shina has long since landed in the very clearing Akina now is crouched by, fully aware of every quiver of emotion near her and close to grinding her teeth in frustration. Her empathy is teetering towards the edge of what control she has left, and she fears once that line is crossed she may not be able to keep her heart from emulating every emotion near her, even that of small animals or perhaps even insects.

Such is a challenge she would prefer to avoid.

The throbbing of a humanoid's emotions is distinctively different from that of an animal's, however, and she knows there is someone nearby. At this point she really doesn't want to have to bother with taking off again and going somewhere else, especially when the emotions of this other seem to be mostly that of calm and curiousity.

'If they wish to come closer, they will. If they try anything, I'll leave. It's that simple,' she tells herself as she unstraps her practice staff from her back, holding it out in front of her, parallel to the ground. She then lowers it down slowly, leaving it on the grass of the hill as she rises once more. 'I need to relax, to focus,' she thinks as she closes her eyes, her wings unfolding behind her, their snowy elegance seeming to shimmer in the moonlight. She spins in the beginnings of her first dance of the morning, a greeting to the moon as well as an appeal to one of her two chosen gods. Her silver locks gleam as they flow around her, her pale skin becoming almost ghostlike in the moon's rays. If her observer sees this, she does not care. Her attention is now fully on the dance and the goddess it is for, a silent plea for understanding of this change in her.

Shina shifts her weight to allow her to get to her feet in one fluid motion, her staff remaining branished her hands as she rises. Once she is standing her quaterstaff stays with her right hand, the southern tip gently hitting the dirt as her other arm goes to rest casually at her side. She dips her head in a form of half bow, glad that this individual is not showing signs of being dangerous as of yet.

"Thank you for your kind greeting," she replies after another moment has passed, straightening to look across the way to where Akina's emotions are strongest. The moonlight only serves to show the barest of outlines for Shina's humanlike eyes, so she doesn't bother trying to calculate details in that fashion. The dark blue that her second sight reveals does speak volumes of this person's character, and she finds herself slowly start to feel an affinity with this stranger. Perhaps because her own mother's soul echoes that very color? "I was not aware these were owned lands. Perhaps viewing my Dance was enough of an apology?"

She attempts a chuckle, and manages to sound genuinely amused despite the growing headache which threatens to ruin her calm mood. She gets the urge to rub at her temples but ignores it, choosing to remain as nuetral in posture as possible.