The Sunspire Healing is a matter of time, and sometimes also a matter of opportunity

"Hiya Jace." the juvenile said through her branch before tilting her head in her trademark bird-like fashion, where her on good eye was able to calculate Aleera. After a second or two, she replied, "Hello Miz' Aleera."

It seemed as time wore on, Nightingale became a more open yet unusually perceptive child. However, there was still that hint of uncertainty and wariness. She flashed a grin. "My name is Nightingale."

She showed a happy exterior, pushing back dark and bitter shadows. She had been haunted by a same, vivid nightmare for the past few nights, and it wasn't helping her case. She was scared of it. And refused to let it show, she didn't want others to notice the dark and dreary world of dreams she lived in in her sleep.

"So, whatcha' all up to?" she said meekly, as if she were intruding on a very important situation.