[Halbereth Diagona]

Sorell raced with Kalia for a while, then flew to his favourite perch at the topmost bit of a tree. He picked a flower and pulled off the petals one by one, tossing them into the wind. He laughed. He was an elemental faery, free as the wind, wild and impulsive. The fresh breeze blew back his long red hair, and his silver eyes flashed. Up in the trees he looked at home, in his element, rosy-cheeked, tanned and almost regal. He thought no-one had ever seen him looking like this, and never would, but he was wrong.