Neyrii let Aryen's life flow back into her, but Aaron's popped into her claw immediately. She squeezed it, pulling it back so Aaron would fall down. "Stop that." She stepped over to Aryen, becoming human to untie her. She gripped Aryen by the shoulder, looking into her eyes. "Stop killing people. The more you kill and steal, the easier it is for people to get you... Especially me." She let go of Aryen so fast that it made the girl topple over. Neyrii looked down at her in disappointment. Walking away, she drew her dagger and began sharpening it against wood. "I hate bandits."

Neyrii stopped and looked back at the bandits. She couldn't leave them there. Pulling the hood of her dress over her face, she walked over to behind a tree, and a group of lives flew into her hand. She squeezed them all, causing a pile of groaning pain. She smirked. Now thats more like it. The sun rose above the mountains in the distance, making a perfect shine over the mountain she stood on. She gazed up at the sun, walking out into the open. She slipped off her hood, blonde locks falling over her back. "I better get back to the tree before the dragon thing comes back..." She ran to the tree, looking at the drawings had made before. "Great, another set of people to add to my collection." In a pouch, she kept small versions of her sketches. She began moving her hand in random directions. Hephus. A pile of new sketches appeared in the pouch, and her mouth curled into a full smile for the first time in a long time. She sat down and braided her hair, which she desperately needed to wash and brush.

Neyrii backed to the edge of the tree, shuddering in fear. But she noticed they were helping Volkenagrim. She made a silent gasp, for she had heard stories about these creatures. Ptah. She stepped out of the tree, a small bird identical to the larger version. She flew up to the boughs of a tree to get a closer look. She looked over at the bandits that were lying on the ground, motionless. She opened a claw, where she found a pile of ashes. Great, forgot about those brutes.

Neyrii watched as the horses left, she flew down to the branch of the tree where Volkenagrim was. She sighed, with a loss of words. It was probably not such a good time to speak anyway, so she decided to go back to her hideout. Neyrii landed without a sound, becoming human when the ground hit her feet.

Neyrii had gotten a blanket, and flew above Volkenagrim. When she got close enough, she dropped the blanket infront of him and flew away.

Neyrii was a giant bird by now, and she cocked her head. "How do you know my name?" But she dismissed the thought and nodded. In an instant, she was back as fast as she was gone. In her claws were two mooses. Meece. Moosen. Whatever.

Neyrii's feathers bristled, and shook her head. "I do not eat. Have it for yourself- If you can eat all that- Because I am nothing but skin and bones... And feathers." She became human. She was fairly skinny, but didn't seem to mind. Her wings sprouted out of her back, and she flew away. She had always made sure that her shirts and dresses had two holes in the back for her wings. This time she forgot to put in the holes, and her dress was ripped as if scratched by claws.

Neyrii looked down at herself- Her hair was a little ratty, and her dress was covered in mud, dirt, and blood. I better seal the door before I change... She stepped to the entrance, waving her hand. A large black voided door appeared in the hinge. She disappeared for a moment, but reappeared in woolen pants, a blue-ish shirt, and leather boots. Thats better. She had been saving that clothing for years, because she knew she would return to the mountain at some point. Besides, she loved traditional mountain clothes. But she did miss the castle, her little sister that never returned... Or did she? While she was gone, she wasn't too sure. She raced to the stables and hopped on Turnip. "I'm sorry, buddy. We will return soon. And I reward you with an apple for every time I forgot you." Turnip whinnied, and Neyrii smiled. They left for the castle at a steady gallop.
She hoped not to meet Kasey, or worse- Paige. She shook the thought and tethered Turnip on a knot outside the castle walls. She slowly opened the door, and couldn't beleive her eyes. Ayren was there in traditional princess clothing, and Neyrii was feared that the royal family really did hate her, that they would replace her with a heart beat. Or in this case, a bandit.