Loose rocks crunched under the hard soles of Kareena's grey boots, the sounds echoing off of the stone mountainside and falling deep into the valley below. Unbeknownst to her, a few pages fluttered from the large journal she carried, drawings of star patterns and hurriedly scrawled words now lost to the wind. With each step, the pieces to her telescope inside of her blue satchel clinked, reminding her of the broken device. Her lips moved ever so slightly as she planned out what she'd say to the sanctuary leader.
I need to go down into the village for. . . No, that sounded demanding.
Can I please go get a new part for my-- They'd wonder why she needed more parts. Wasn't what she had sufficient?
I broke my telescope and. . . Now she just sounded irresponsible.
The wind, evidently now tired of playing with her papers, came to tease the speckled black and white owl-like feathers at her back, sending shivers prickling up Kareena's back. It was not until the hollow thud of her boot hitting wood startled her out of her imaginary confrontation that she realized, just a moment too late, that she arrived at the front stairs of the main building of the sanctuary. Her journal and papers splaying out across the stairs, she came down on her knees, her wings spreading in a panicked motion. Picking herself up and sliding her round, wire rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose, she tried to ignore the way her ears began to burn, or her palms grew damp with nervous perspiration. Hurriedly collecting what she could of the papers and cramming them back into the journal, she skittered down the warmly lit hall. Several doors marked with things like, 'classroom,' and 'observatory' lined the walls, though she was too busy trying to get her face to turn from an astounding shade of red, back to it's normal porcelain complexion to notice.
Finally, she stopped at a doorway near the end of the hall. Much to her surprise, the heavy door had been left ajar, swinging open as she pushed it. Her hand moved subconsciously to brush a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, and to slide her glasses up, though they were already poised on the bridge of her nose. A nervous habit, She had once summed this action up to.
A movement in the room caused her to start, her eyes catching sight of a tall, almost platinum blond young man. The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated his large white wings, causing them to almost shimmer. . .
Then suddenly, he was looking her in the face, his sharp blue eyes meeting her frosty ones. She knew his mouth was moving and he was probably saying something, but the sound of her own blood rushing around in her eardrums, combined with her pulse pounding in her head drown him out as she simply stared. She felt her head vibrate. . . Was she actually sAyInG sOmeThING?? Without rehearsing it??
"I-I. . . ah. . . tele- telesscope. . . and the--" Her arms thrust forward, holding out the satchel with her busted instrument inside.