Our story begins with Galaiah laying on the grass in the centre of her glade. A puddle of dark and light fabric, golden threads and golden hair. Eyelids closed to protect unseeing eyes from the dappled sunlight. The familiar symphony of the jungle's chaos is a little louder than usual.
An instrument sings out of key.
She sits up. Alert, focused, ears twitching. "What matter of..." Footsteps. Heavy and slow, with an unsyncopated rhythm. Something bipedal, like herself? Whatever it is, it's coming closer to the barrier. Galaiah's on her feet in a heartbeat. This creature is certain to have a fascinating aura. There's no time to waste, she leaps into action, bounds towards the source of the sound and throws herself against the edge of the glade expecting to be caught by the barrier.
Nothing. Not even an ounce of resistance. The invisible wall separating her from the harsh reality of Levia is gone. Caught completely off guard, she tumbles to the mud in an inelegant heap. And the mystery creature... is still too far away to sense.
