There was magic in all things, from the whispering wind that blew through valleys deep and old, to creatures big and small that graced the trees, skies, and seas. If you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you could feel it all around you, gentle yet untamed as it filled your lungs. Long ago, the people that walked this earth held a deep understanding for the world they inhabited. However it seemed as though less and less people felt that connection any longer. Illona had been alive so long, spent so many years watching as society adapted and evolved, that she had seen first hand how people became less attuned to the magic nature. Supernatural numbers were ever rising, so they still held knowledge of the magic that flowed through their veins, they simply no longer felt the world's touch, could no longer hear the world's music. It saddened the fae to know she was one of few that still fostered that connection to the world around her, still remembered the days when concrete did not swallow forests. She knew however, that as long as she was still favored by fate to live on, that she would have to do her best to teach as many lost souls as she could, reconnect them to a deeper magic than they knew now.

Gently footfalls were near silent as they danced along the dirt and stone, careful to avoid trampling any living creature along the way. This particular path was not well worn, the earth not carved from regular use like many other hiking paths close by; it was a secret known by very few, and Illona was one so blessed with the knowledge of where it led. The soil, kept cool from the sun by the shading of large trees, felt pleasant on her bare feet then. The fae often choosing to leave her footwear behind during excursions out into the depths of nature, both to create a closer connection to the world around her and also to lessen the damage her trekking may cause. The day could not be more perfect, the sun shining brightly over head, much to the delight of the plants who had missed it during the night. There was a gentle breeze that tousled her red hair then, much like an old friend playing tricks on her. She smiled, humming a small tune, though its origin she had long forgotten centuries ago. At a particular high note, she extended the large brown wings upon her back, each feather stretching before they returned to nestle against her. Days like these were perfect for allowing her to stretch her wings, having to keep them hidden in the city was...incredibly frustrating to the woman. But out here, she could spread them to their full length and even sore above the trees if she so desired.

It did not take Illona long then to find her destination. Carefully she slipped through some brush that acted as an almost protective barrier to the field littered with flowers on the other side. Blue eyes looked across the tapestry of colors, from the most vibrant of greens to the warmest of oranges. It was a peaceful place, kept secret by few locals of Sacrosanct to preserve its beauty. Quickly then Illona stretches her wings, thrusting them once to carry her off the ground then so that she would not accidentally step on any of the flowers that bloomed here. She gently flew down to a creek that cut through the field, a common gathering point for many creatures that called this place home. With a small splash, she allows herself to land then, feet engulfed by the icy water. Her toes wiggled momentarily on the smooth stones, a small giggle of delight bubbling from her lips as she quickly sits along the bank of the creek. Illona falls silent then, blue green eyes closing so that she may simply listen to the sounds around her, the songs of the creek and the wind and even the birds in the trees. For a moment she stays like this, before something simply compels the woman to fall back, using her wings as a gently cushion. She finds herself, totally at peace then, any worries or realities of the world a distant thought shushed by the magic that surrounded her then.