Phoebe (A.k.a Ban, Human form.)
..........................Maur (Quad.)
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A small girl, possibly in her early teens, walked along the worn-down bridged path slowly, a duck-tailed mess of black locks along the sides of her pale, heart-shaped face. Beside her, a small dog trotted into the mists. The canine had an almost angelic feel to it, a pale glow from its tucked in wings, soot-coloured paw socks gathering little dust along the trail. The human female reached down and patted the canine softly before coming behind another person, possibly a fellow trainer, on the platforms. She had a small matches perched upon her shoulders.
"I suggest you take into right, I hear it goes to the lakes, hon." Said the black-haired female quietly. Her dog-like companion quipped along, her statement quiet but truthful.
"Winter is fading, the trees are bound to be filled with fruits!"