Nya had actually kept her distance from the Sky People after the incident of the fog. But, only because those that raised her, did not approve of her actions of trying to help them from being injured. Without a thought, Nya left the village. Completely different looking without the paint across her face, but she did not mind personally rather than those that probably had seen her leave. As she made her way close to the river, she sat at the edge of a rock, before letting her fingertips graze the water. It wasn't long until she heard footsteps seemingly coming her way, her voice cleared before speaking. "You know you're not as quiet as you've come to believe you are, right?"













