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Irilan slipped through the gate, and fleeting glance behind her told her that she had manged to lose her nursemaids, silly creatures that they were, in the twists and turns of the palace. With a sigh she struck out for the woods, her small body had little stamina despite the effort she made to exercise and keep moving every day. Looking down at her slightly chubby little hands, they seemed to ill at ease with what she felt a body should look like, so many of her memories, especially the most vibrant were from an adult perspective her body often felt odd and out of place to her. Hearing foot steps coming down the stairs Irilan picked up her pace until she was safely into the woods, the trees sheilding her form from prying eyes. Irilan had no desire to return to their tender minstrations, because they did not know she understodd as they did and it bothered her to be shielded and coddled as a child.

Irilan heard the laughter of other children a moment too late, as she was wandering through the woods, her attention caught on the sight of a beautiful bird with metallic feathers taking flight, it's wings catching the sunlight as it filtered down through the trees. The boy in the lead of the group came barreling over a log and Irilan whose head hardly showed above it found herself being half-tackled, half-tripped over in the process. The feeling of her head flying back to hit itself on a root as it stuck out of the ground, had tears springing to her eyes; despite the developed state of her mind, she still had little control over her body and her ability to mentally supress her pain receptors was a very weak skill as such. A warm sticky wetness began to spread over the back of her head and Irilan couldn't help herself as she began to cry, the pain and her lack of ability to control it pushing the child-like reponse.

Irilan struggled to sit up but the sudden movement caused her vision to grow dark, the last thing she saw before she passed out was a blurred and watery version of a person approaching, and part of her felt a flash of fear since her memory informed her that she was losing a lot of blood and head wounds didn't clot well, and sitting up had only exacerbated the situation. Her only hope was that someone would stop the bleeding before it was too late, and that any dirt or muck that had gotten in the wound from hitting the root would be washed clean as the blood flowed, lest she risk infection even if the bloodloss didn't kill her.

(If she falls unconcious after interacting with the boys and he carries her, even in her sleep she will absorb his memories, like a dream, and they will be 'bonded' and she will from then on always be able to see him in the 'present' which could also mean she always sees him in his full human form.)

A tug at the back of his cloak yanked the portion securing it around his neck tight against his throat, and turning he would see Irilan curled up and whimpering, crystaline trails of tears running down her face. Snuggling closer to the tiny fistfulls of fabric she had managed to grab she curled tighter into a ball, and held them to her, as if precious to her.

In her dreams Irilan was assulted with dreams filled with dark and swirling emotions and over lying it all pain, pain and the deepest heart's cry for a place of belonging. That call burned through her heart and brought tears to her eyes, but no matter how far her dream self ran she could never reach that person calling out for her. Stopping in her tracks Irilan's dream form balled up it's fists and screamed out with all her might, as if by will alone she could bring the fleeing person back to her. The figure in the distance stopped and turned, a gentle smile on his face and Irilan couldn't help but smile in return as she ran up to the man and threw her arms around him in a hug, wanting to give him what he sought, wanting to give him a home.

Irilan's eyes finally began to open and her vision, though blurry began to return, a soft sound escaped her lips and she felt how weak her body was but she managed to lift a slender hand and reach out.

Irilan went to nod but stopped in her movement to say instead, "Thank you very much, I really appreciate your assistance." Her voice was young and her body was equally as tiny, she was barely of a size for her four years old but already she spoke as well as most adults, "May I ask to whom I should be addressing these thanks?" Holding very still Irilan let the woman bind her head, feeling the flow of power that would aid and speed the healing she finally relaxed that her wound would be well care for.

Irilan smiled, "If there is anything I can do to repay your kindness please, let me know..." She said before shifting her head back and forth slightly, Irilan found herself dizzy but not unconcious so at a moment's thought she slid off the side of the bed, and wobbled, but managed to hold her balance with one hand fisted in the sheets. Unfolding her tiny fist Irilan still leaned on the edge of the bed with her free hand as she made her way over toward him, finally reaching the end of the bed but still having a few feet to go Irilan took a careful step out into the open, releasing her hold on the bed and wobbled slightly before finding what little balance she could, even with the healer's efforts. Extending a small hand open palm she smiled sweetly, "I am only small because I am still young. I turned four at the full moon, last month. But papa says I am advanced for my age." She let her eyes trail over him now that she was close enough the shadows hid less of him, she saw a young boy with startling red hair, and a uncertain, fearful expression on his face, whose whole body was slumped forward, folding in on itself. And overlaying that were visions, almost unreal in their haziness, of claws extending past his fingertips, reptilian scales shadowly overlaying smooth skin, and fangs that protruded in vision past normal human lips. A few blinks of confusion, and the haze vision faded, but Irilan's head swam with the effort of standing without help, but she remembered him from her visions, and the moment she realized that her head swam, her heart pounding hard enough she could hear the blood rushing past her ears. Tear sprung to her eyes as the memories that had sunk in as only dreams took real form and her heart wept for the pain he felt, her eyes began to slide shut as she tipped forward, still far too weak to be out of bed, let alone standing on her own. With her head damaged her sense of balance was gone and the only way to stand as she had was to lock her knees, but locking her knees cut off her circulation and with so much bloodloss that was all it took to have her passing back out again.

Irilan felt a touch of scales, soft, smooth, and impossibly warm under her fingertips and she wrapped her tiny little hand around as much of it as she could, her grip not even larger enough to encircle his wrist. I am sorry you have had so much pain. But I am here now, and we can be friends, so don't be sad any more... she wanted to say but she was wavering just at the edge of conciousness, able to hear but not yet able to make herself heard.

Irilan saw playing against the back of her eye lids, where she hovered on the edge of conciousness, a vision of her father yelling at a sobbing nursemaid and for a moment she felt a wince of guilt. Soon enough the black swallowed her again, and for another hour she slept, but upon wakening Irlian extended a hand, "Sol?" She called weakly, "I need you to go to my father and tell him I am okay." She said her voice soft but clear, she was still weak but her focus was returning so long as she didn't move too much and put unneeded strain on her body, "Please... he's very worried about me."