Amaia Skyes, The Trapped Bird

Amaia was a lovely girl.

She was rather petite, with a lively face and a beaming smile. Her lips were full and bright, her cheeks rosy and plump, and her eyes blue as the clear sky. Her hair and skin were both of an almost snow white, and complimented her greatly.

She also happened to be one of the most adventurous, and feisty girls you would ever meet. She knew how to fight and how to talk, and, if she ever wanted to, she could even lie.

A thing she did often, and with varying degrees of success.

Yup, Amaia was a lovely, feisty, energetic girl.

She was also unsure, and doubtful. Over the past couple of years, she'd seen changes on her dear childhood friend, changes that often alarmed the fair-haired beauty. Changes that, at first, would be explained with their journey into adolescence. But, with time, she also found her friend to be much more distant, and distracted. It was as if the red-haired beauty was not quite there, and that worried her strongly.

After all... She was her dearest friend and companion.

And she loved her... right?