[color=fff79a][i]I stretch, and yawn, before looking at my surroundings. Where am I? I don't remember anything here, not the statue, the old worn walls, or the beings around me. Goodness, but they are huge, or perhaps I am small... I examine myself as carefully as I can, I have wings! I am small and I wear things made from nature itself, bark, some of it fur-lined. I have a blade at my side, it looks like a thorn. I draw it, but refrain from touching the blade, knowing somehow that it is poisoned. Can I fly with these wings? I re-sheath my thorn before attempting to fly, just in case, and then ... I'm zipping along, up and around the statue! Oh, what fun this is! Why would anyone walk if they could fly like this? And then I feel it, a dull aching, a sharp pain, I fall. Landing with, well to be honest a squeak. It's hard not to squeak when one's vocal chords are as small as mine, and the air pushed forcefully out ones lungs. The pain is gone, but the aching is not. It must have been a cramp, yes  that's what it had been. 

Where am I now? On the statue's left shoulder I see. I didn't like the aching, or the bruises forming on my chest and legs from having fallen on the statue. I can heal those! And I do, my skin turning a greenish hue for a moment as the bruises and aches fade. Then nothing, but I feel... less full. I don't think I can repeat my actions, at least not yet, so I sit up carefully on the smooth shoulder and watch the other beings quietly. Will they notice me? If they do how will they react to me? I am so small, I doubt I could hurt any of them even if I tried, but I wasn't about to be anyone's pet, and they'd better not call me cute. Oh no, several of them are female, I vaguely recall that females tend to associate cute with small things, in fact, a things cuteness seemed to grow as it shrank. I'm doomed, this is not going to end well, but ... I can't leave yet, where will I go? What will I find? ... Drat, I'll have to stick with at least one of these creatures... wonderful, ain't it great to be alive? I scowl as the others gather their wits, though my focus shifts from being to being.[/i][/color]