The quiet splash of a shallow puddle echoed through The Valley, grasses bathed in a warm orange light. The wind rippled the water of a nearby stream, whistling quietly in a song that no one would ever bother to write. The subtle trickling of the creek quickly washed away any trace of sound that the splash had made, soundwaves lost to the world. Another puddle rippled with the aftermath of a child's light footsteps, distorting the fire-like sky and clouds that it so regularly reflected.  Small, downy feathers were put to work as small wings beat furiously, over the next puddle and back onto the soft ground with a muffled thump. Wooden-coloured down devoid of pale speckles and the dark, oil-like reflective surface of adult feathers that you simply wouldn't see on a juvenile flapped tirelessly as a young child, no more than six, bounded over small tufts of heather and dodged deep pools of collected rainwater. The wind ran its cool hands through loose toddler curls, shifting its arms and running its palms under the young one's growing wings, supporting them as they used their wings to float over taller flowers. They stumbled over the moorland until they reached the stream that ran through The Valley. It separated The Two Societies, two large and devoted cities dedicated to two deities, the first society worshipping one, while the second worshipped the other. The child was of the Moon Society, a cold and harsh nocturnal kingdom of strict hierarchy and rules. But here, at sunset, a time where both societies were awake, she was free of the differences between The Two Societies. On unclaimed territory, she roamed and played along the stream with no thoughts of the dystopia waiting for her when she returned. Nearly her entire body was covered in clothing, save for her fingers and face. As the daughter of a noble, she was to follow the dressing rules of their religion, despite the writings of their deity's court not applying the laws to children. She had a dark, navy shirt that went to her fingers, like fingerless gloves connected to sleeves. The shirt covered her neck, and the entire thing had traditional Moon Society markings in a lighter colour. She wore a loose, light-feeling silver shirt that went to just above her forearms over the undershirt. She wore loose fitting pants that went to her calves, of which were in a slightly darker fabric. The rest of her legs and feet were in a pale, powder blue that had circular patterns and moon-like stitching. The outfit reflected the essence of the night sky, and the vision of her future wings were nothing but reminders of the starry darkness that would unfold in only an hour or so. She stood still at the edge of the stream, her wings twitching every so often as she looked around.