Cassiopeia's View i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream

Warm and red and a jumble of lovely colors, there he was. A boy, younger than Chanel, and certainly not a Firebird. Not this far from home. He calls out to her, and she hesitates to respond- almost nervous of him. He was a boy, and a stranger, and not from the Hinterlands at all. Had her father been there- well, she would've been in trouble. She couldn't talk to strangers, and certainly not boys.

But she scolded herself for making such judgements. Chanel was free from her homeland now- she could talk to boys and even strangers if she wanted to, she decides. Her chocolate eyes meet his silvery ones, and she calls back lightly- "Hi, dear... I'm Chanel. Chanel Vasselli." she introduces with a girlish voice like birdsong. Dainty paws carry her cautiously a few feet closer, awaiting the admittedly handsome boy's introduction of his own.