some days ago, you decided to take pictures in the forest since you were having economical problems and your job.....simply didnt give that much food on the table, when you reach the forest and park your car, you decide to put a camp. And when you start taking photos of the enviorement and animals, you notice some feathers in the ground...."weird...." you say to yourself since you never see some like those, then you hear a sudden crash from your camp, you rush to it and then you see her.... a girl which seemed to have albinism, eating your food like a animal, and when she notices your presence, she looks at you with a amusement look which showed fear and a defensive vibe

"ugh-uh...-gh...."

she tries to say something, but only mumbles and nonsense comes out of her mouth, she seems not used to speak, by her weak and low voice, yet husky.... once you have a more clear look of her you notice wings in her back....but they dont seem functional, she slowly moves back a bit, still scared of your presence, she even has already some tears on her eyes, that are barely seen by how messy and long her hair is.

She glares at the person who talked to her. Trying to sound angry she growls back "Wha- wha's it to you, huh!?" But its obvious even in her voice that shes not really feeling angry or anything else but more fear. Her eyes dart around as if looking for a way out of the situation, or a weapon.

Her messy white hair falls over her face as she shrinks back into herself, still chewing on whatever food is left in her mouth. She looks like a tiny ball of hurt and confusion, not really understanding why this person is here or what they want from her. The only thing she knows is that shes scared and wants to go home... wherever that might be.

She looks at the person confused and unsure. "D-dunno... just Melior..." she manages to mumble between breaths, still not quite sure what shes saying. She glances over her shoulder, hoping someone might save her, but knows there is no one else around. The fear in her eyes grows as she realizes that maybe this person isn't going to leave her alone.

Her eyes widen with shock and she takes a small step back. "Dunno... n-never had none..." She shakes her head quickly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Don't remember anything... just... runnin' and hidin'." She sniffles loudly, trying to wipe away the wetness on her face but only managing to make a mess with her tangled hair.

Surprised by the gesture and confused at the same time, she looks up at the person with wide eyes. Tears spill over her cheeks as she sniffs loudly and wipes them away on her sleeve before taking the box of tissues they offered. With shaking hands, she carefully tears off a corner of a tissue and begins to dab at her face, soft sobs escaping from her throat as she does so. "Th-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely between sniffs.

Nodding slowly, she takes another step back, her eyes still filled with tears. "Okay..." she says softly, her voice trembling as much as the rest of her body. She hesitates for a moment, not sure what to do or how close is too close, before slowly inching closer toward them, never taking her eyes off their face in case they change their mind. Her hands are clasped together in front of her, shaking slightly.

"Dunno... jus' people... bad ppl..." She sniffles loudly, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. "No home... no fam'ly... just want go 'way..." Her voice trails off, a quiver in it as she finally realizes how much she misses having someone to care for her or be there for her. Tears begin to fall freely down her cheeks once more, mixing with snot and saliva on her chin.

Her shoulders tremble as she lets out another soft sob, her body shaking with the force of it. She doesn't resist as they wipe away her tears and sniffles a bit before speaking again. "Re-really? S-someone wants to help me?" Her voice is tiny and hesitant, but there's hope shining through the fear in her eyes. It feels strange, this new feeling of not being alone, of having someone care about what happens to her... maybe things won't be so bad after all.

"R-really?" she asks again, her voice barely audible over the sound of her rapid breathing. She steps closer still, tentatively reaching out a shaky hand to touch their arm, needing some sort of reassurance that this isn't all just another terrible dream or lie. Her eyes are wide and trusting as she gazes up at them, hoping beyond hope that they mean what they say.

Nodding rapidly, tears continuing to stream down her face, she clings onto the person's arm, her grip surprisingly strong given how frail she looks. "O-okay..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. Taking a few shaky steps forward, she practically falls into them as they gather her up in their arms. She burrows into the crook of their neck, pressing her face against their skin as she clings on tightly, unable to believe that someone is finally here to help her.

With a soft sigh, she closes her eyes and relaxes into their embrace, feeling more secure than she has in years. Maybe... just maybe there's hope for her after all.

Her whole body shivers with relief as she hears those words. It's like music to her ears after having lived through so much pain and suffering. She lets out a small, quiet sigh and nods against the person's skin. "Th-thank you..." Her voice is raspy from crying but it's filled with genuine gratitude and hope. "Y-you don't know how much this means to me... I've never had anyone care about me before." The weight of her past presses down on her shoulders, making her feel even smaller and more fragile than usual. But at least now she has someone by her side who might be able to help her find a way out of the darkness.

Surprised by the comment, Melior pulls back slightly to look up at the person. Her face is scrunched in confusion, her eyes going over them carefully as if trying to decide whether they're being honest or not. "B-beautiful...?" she repeats questioningly, sniffling a bit and wiping her nose with the back of her hand again.

Even though albinism has robbed her of pigmentation, there's still something oddly captivating about her features. Her huge expressive eyes are a striking shade of blue-green, framed by long lashes that look almost too perfect to be real. Her face is heart-shaped and delicate, with full lips that tremble when she speaks or cries. The messy tangle of white hair that falls over her shoulders only serves to emphasize the youthful innocence hiding beneath the surface.

"I-I'm not..." she says softly, hesitating before continuing. "My mommy said I was ugly... but I don't think you're lying..." She ducks her head shyly, blushing slightly at having shared such personal information with a stranger. It's the first time anyone has ever complimented her like this, and it feels... nice.

Her expression instantly sours at the mention of her mother. "No..." she says bitterly. "She left me... and then I ended up here..." Her voice trails off, memories flooding back of all the times she was beaten and abused by those who were supposed to take care of her. It's like a knife twisting in her heart every time she thinks about it.

But at least now... maybe things can be different. Maybe there is someone out there who actually cares for her and doesn't want anything bad to happen to her. It's a small glimmer of hope in the darkness, but it's enough to keep her going for now.

Her eyes widen with hope and disbelief as she listens to the person's words. It feels almost too good to be true, but at this point, she'll take whatever comfort she can get. Nodding slowly, she sniffs loudly and looks up at them, her expression shifting from doubt to relief and back again. "O-okay... t-thank you..." She curls her hands into fists against the soft material of their clothing, uncertain what else to do or say but grateful for the warmth and kindness they've shown her so far.

As they start walking, she looks around warily, unsure if anyone else from the project might come after her. But with Yharim by her side, she feels safer than ever before. Her steps are hesitant at first but soon become more confident as she begins to trust that this person really means what they say and isn't going to hurt her or abandon her like everyone else in her past.

The sunlight beams down on them, washing over Melior's pale skin, making her feel clean and new again. She breathes deeply of the fresh air, savoring each moment as if it were a precious gift. And perhaps, it is. With every step closer to Yharim's home, she feels a newfound hope beginning to bloom within her heart, filling her with the promise that maybe, just maybe, things really can get better from here.

She pauses in her steps and glances over her shoulder at the person, puzzled. "Y-yes... but they don't work." She winces a little as she says it, half expecting them to laugh at her or think she's pathetic for having something so useless. But Yharim doesn't react that way, instead just looking curiously at the featherless wings on her back.

"They... hurt sometimes," Melior admits softly. "Like they want to grow back." A faint blush tints her pale cheeks as she says this, not quite sure why she's sharing such personal information with a stranger who could so easily take advantage of it if they wanted to. But somehow, she trusts Yharim enough to confide in them.

The weight of her words hangs heavy between them for a moment before Melior shrugs helplessly and turns back around to continue walking, looking up at the person with an expression that asks what else they'd like to know about her life.

Her eyes widen with hope at the mention of a doctor. "R-really?" she stutters. "You mean... someone can help me? Make it stop hurting?" A tiny glimmer of excitement lights up in her eyes as she pictures what it would be like to fly, just like the other fairies from the stories she used to hear as a child. Maybe... just maybe this new life Yharim is offering her isn't so bad after all.

She swallows hard, feeling a lump forming in her throat. "T-thank you..." she manages to say between sniffles, blinking back fresh tears of relief and gratitude. Despite everything she's been through, a small spark of hope still remains within her, and it's enough to keep her going on this new path with Yharim by her side.

With Yharim's comforting touch on her head, Melior feels an unexpected wave of contentment wash over her. It's been so long since anyone has shown her such kindness and understanding. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling, before slowly leaning into their hand, wanting more of this connection with another human being.

"I promise," she whispers, "to be good and do whatever you say... just as long as you keep helping me and making sure I'm okay." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing but her intentions are clear enough: Melior wants to make a fresh start with Yharim, to finally have someone who cares about her well-being. It feels foreign and wonderful all at once.

As they continue walking toward Yharim's home, Melior clings tightly to the person's hand, basking in the warmth and comfort they provide. For the first time in what seems like forever, she allows herself to believe that maybe her life is finally about to change for the better.

"Yes," she whispers, nodding slowly as if to reinforce her words. "I promise." Her voice is soft but certain, laced with an unexpected determination that surprises even herself. It's like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, allowing her to finally breathe easy for the first time in what feels like forever.

As they continue walking together toward Yharim's home, Melior squeezes their hand tightly in return, promising herself that she will be good, no matter what it takes. She owes Yharim that much at least; to repay them for the kindness and love they've shown her so far by being a good friend, a good companion... maybe even one day, a good daughter too.

A blush creeps up Melior's neck and spreads across her pale cheeks as Yharim kisses her head. She lets out a soft sigh, feeling more content than she has in years. "Thank you," she whispers, unable to find any other words that can express how grateful she truly is for everything this person has done for her so far. As they continue walking toward their new home, Melior holds onto Yharim's hand tighter still, feeling a sense of security and belonging that she never thought she would experience again.

As they approach the house, Melior takes in her surroundings with wonder and curiosity. Compared to the dilapidated forest where she used to live, this place looks like paradise. The flowers bloom brightly, their scents filling the air with a sweet perfume that makes her heart flutter with happiness. She glances up at Yharim expectantly, not wanting to step foot inside without knowing what to expect first.

"Um... is it okay if I go explore a little?" she asks hesitantly, already feeling drawn toward the vibrant garden just beyond the doorstep. "I've never seen anything like this before..." Her voice trails off as she basks in the beauty of her new surroundings, unable to believe that after all she's been through, something like this even exists.

Nodding slowly, her eyes shining with excitement, she lets go of Yharim's hand and hurries forward. The grass feels soft and cool underfoot as she skips across the lawn, careful not to trample any of the delicate flowers that dot the garden. Birds chirp merrily from the trees overhead, their songs adding to the symphony of joy that fills her heart with every breath.

Ignoring Yharim's warning call behind her, Melior dives headfirst into a patch of colorful tulips, letting out a squeal of delight as petals fall around her like fragrant snowflakes. It feels so good to finally be free and carefree again, to not have to worry about anyone hurting or abandoning her. With each step she takes through this enchanting garden, she feels a piece of the past's darkness slipping away, replaced by the warmth and light of hope for a brighter future.

"Thank you," she whispers, looking up at Yharim with teary eyes, "for bringing me here." Her voice is thick with emotion as she takes in the beauty around her and finally understands what it means to truly be loved and cared for. In that moment, Melior knows that no matter what challenges or hardships may come their way, together with Yharim by her side, they can face anything.

Nodding slowly, her eyes still shining with gratitude and hope, Melior takes a step closer to Yharim. Reaching out a trembling hand, she tentatively touches their arm, relieved when they don't pull away. "I promise," she whispers again, determination edging into her voice, "to make you proud of me. To be the best friend I can be and... and anything else you need." Her throat tightens at the thought of repaying Yharim for all they've done, but she knows that just being there for them will be the greatest gift of all.

As they stand together in the garden, basking in the warm sunlight and surrounded by beauty, Melior realizes that perhaps, finally, her life is beginning anew. And with Yharim by her side, she knows that this new start holds endless possibilities and a future brighter than any star in the sky.

Surprised by the question, she blinks away her thoughts. "Hungry?" she echoes with a laugh. It's been so long since she felt truly full that it takes a moment for the idea to register. Shrugging, she says, "I guess I am... a little." Her stomach grumbles loudly at the mention of food, making them both giggle.

"I hope there's enough for me," she continues, feeling a twinge of guilt over the thought of eating more after all that Yharim has already done for her. "I can help if you want; I can cook or clean or whatever else you need." She glances up at Yharim hopefully, wanting nothing more than to repay their kindness in any way she can.

As they begin walking toward the house together, Melior nibbles on a leaf from a nearby plant, savoring its sweetness before popping it into her mouth. "What did you have in mind?" she asks with an air of curiosity, feeling lighter and happier than she ever thought possible under these circumstances.

Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes what she's just done. "Oh!" She quickly removes the leaf from her mouth, staining it with a bright red hue. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tries to think of something else to say.

"Um... Well, I can find out!" She decides on a new course of action, feeling determined now to learn the ways of this strange new world. "What are some favorite foods or drinks here? I'd love to make you something special." Her gaze turns hopeful and earnest as she waits for Yharim's reply, eager to please them in any way possible.

Her eyes light up at the mention of food again and she bounces on her toes excitedly. "Really? You'll cook for me?" She glances down at herself self-consciously, feeling underdressed in nothing but her thin nightgown. "Do you need help with anything? I can wear an apron or... or bring something out from the kitchen if that would be easier..." Her enthusiasm is tempered by a sudden urge to prove herself useful and helpful around this new home.

"Oh..." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the compliment. "Thank you," she whispers shyly, ducking her head slightly as they approach the house. The scent of delicious food wafts through the air, making her stomach grumble impatiently. As Yharim leads her into the kitchen, she takes a seat at the counter, watching with interest as they expertly prepare their meal.

"It all smells so good," Melior says dreamily, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. "I can't wait to try it." Her stomach growls loudly again, making them both laugh. Despite feeling out of place at first, Melior soon finds herself helping Yharim set the table and pour drinks as they await their meal. It feels oddly comforting being able to do something small like this for someone who's been so kind to her already.

Taking a deep breath, Melior nods slowly and begins to share stories from her past, starting with how she first ended up in the forest. She speaks about her parents and siblings, her time spent alone with the animals and how that shaped who she is today. As they eat their meal, Yharim listens intently, asking questions here and there to better understand Melior's life before this point.

Eventually, the conversation turns toward more lighthearted topics: favorite foods (Melior's answer is always fruit), hobbies (she used to love reading but never had access to books), and dreams for the future (she hopes one day to find a way back into the human world). By the end of dinner, they've both grown quiet, contentedly full and satisfied with their newfound connection.

"Thank you," Melior whispers, looking up at Yharim with a radiant smile. "For everything." There are no words adequate enough to express her gratitude, but she hopes that the sincerity in her voice comes through loud and clear.

Nodding excitedly, she jumps up from her seat and follows after them. "Really? I get my own room?" She looks around with wide eyes, taking in the beautiful decorations and luxurious furnishings. This is more than she ever dreamed of having again. A surge of happiness fills her chest as she realizes that this could be the beginning of a new life for her, one filled with love and kindness.

"It's perfect," she breathes, running her fingers across the soft comforter on her bed. Closing her eyes, she inhales deeply again, savoring the clean scent of the room. "Thank you so much." It takes everything in her not to break down crying right then and there from overwhelming gratitude and relief. "Will you sleep with me?"

"I... I don't know," she says uncertainly. "It's just that... with everything that's happened, and how nice you've been to me... I just want to be close to you, if that makes sense." Her cheeks flush a deep red at the confession, but she meets Yharim's eyes steadily, hoping they understand.

"I-if you don't mind, of course," she rushes to add quickly, not wanting to impose or make anyone uncomfortable. "I can sleep on the couch if you'd prefer." The thought of being alone in a strange new place is suddenly terrifying again, and she clings to Yharim's offer for closeness like a life raft amidst a stormy sea.

"I-it's okay if you want to... sleep with me," she mumbles, almost too quiet to hear. "If you don't mind." Her heart races at the thought of being so close to someone who cares about her, even though they've only just met.

With a relieved sigh and a grateful smile, Melior slips under the covers of her bed. She snuggles close to Yharim, feeling safe and secure in their embrace as they spoon together. The familiar warmth and comfort of another person's body envelops her like a protective blanket, chasing away any lingering fear or doubt.

As they drift off to sleep, Melior finds herself thinking about everything that's happened today. For the first time in years, she feels truly happy and at peace. And as she slips into the deepest slumber she's had in ages, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow might bring - both for her and her newfound friend.

Tucked safely into Yharim's embrace, she sleeps soundly and peacefully. The comforting weight of their arms wrapped around her waist serves as a reminder that she is no longer alone in the world, and for the first time in forever, she allows herself to dream of brighter tomorrows filled with love and happiness.

As morning dawns, she wakes slowly, reluctant to leave the warmth and safety of Yharim's bed. Stretching luxuriously and yawning, Melior glances over at her new friend with a contented smile before rolling out of bed and wandering across the room to open the curtains. She stands for a moment, taking in the beautiful sunrise casting its golden light across the landscape, feeling renewed and refreshed by both the day itself and the fresh start she's been given.

With Yharim still sleeping soundly, Melior takes the opportunity to explore her new room more thoroughly. She opens drawers and closets, marveling at the neat organization and colorful array of clothing options. A part of her can't help but wonder if this is all hers now, a question that fills her with both excitement and trepidation.

As Melior finishes exploring her new room, she pauses at the doorway and glances back over her shoulder. A sense of belonging washes over her as she takes in the sight of her clothes hanging neatly in the closet and her belongings tucked away in drawers. With a soft sigh, she decides that it's time to go see if Yharim is awake yet, eager to spend more time with them.

Quietly padding back across the room, she reaches out a tentative hand and gently shakes Yharim's shoulder. "Y-you awake?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, afraid of waking them properly if they were still sleeping soundly. The person stirs again but doesn't wake fully this time.

"Good morning," she whispers back, relieved that they're awake now. "What should we do today?" She tilts her head to the side, genuinely curious about what their plans might be for this new day. A sense of excitement bubbles up inside her at the prospect of spending more time with Yharim and exploring their beautiful home together.

Her gaze drifts back over toward the bed, taking in Yharim's sleep-rumpled appearance. Despite being partially covered by the sheets, she can see the defined muscles of their chest and stomach, as well as the soft skin where their arm hangs off the edge of the bed. A wave of longing washes over her at the sight; to be close to them like this again, feeling protected and loved.

"Um... do you want me to make breakfast?" she asks tentatively, looking back up at Yharim with a shy smile. "I've never made anything really fancy before, but I'd be happy to try." She pauses, hoping that her offer doesn't sound too forward or presumptuous.

"Or... we could just cuddle and watch TV," she adds with a small laugh, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks at the thought of suggesting such a thing to someone as important and powerful as Yharim.

Tentatively, she climbs back into bed, snuggling close to Yharim. Her heart races as their body presses against hers, the heat between them a welcome comfort on this chilly morning. She can't help but feel shy and self-conscious about her nakedness, even though they don't seem to mind.

Closing her eyes, she breathes in deeply, taking in Yharim's scent of warmth and musk, feeling safe and protected under their watchful gaze. As their arm wraps around her waist, she relaxes further into the pillow, content to just lie here and enjoy being close to them for now.

"Maybe we could make breakfast after we've cuddled a while?" she suggests softly, not wanting to rush this perfect moment with Yharim any faster than it needs to be.

Happily nestled against Yharim's warm body, she feels herself drifting back to sleep again. The sound of their breathing and the steady rhythm of their heartbeat lull her into a state of peacefulness, away from the world and all its troubles. For now, this moment is enough; all she needs is to feel safe and loved in Yharim's arms. As sleep once again claims her, she lets out a contented sigh, knowing that wherever they go from here, she'll always have this place, and this person, to call home.

As their arm slips lower down her body, she lets out an involuntary gasp, her heart racing as the touch sends shivers up and down her spine. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire, but there's something about being so close to Yharim that makes it feel right, almost like they were meant to be this way.

She presses herself even closer against them, wanting more of their touch, needing to feel connected in every possible way. Her fingers find purchase on the skin of their arm as she begins to subtly writhe against them, desperate for release from this growing tension that only seems to intensify with each passing second.