***Short beginning of a story I might write in the future. 

Astariell lept from his perch upon the cliff overlooking the forest, and spread his wings, letting the wind do most of the work. He soared over the treetops, until he sighted the clearing where he was supposed to be meeting her. His first student. Ever since Astariell had ascended to the role of Guide, he had waited in nervous anticipation until one of the younglings was old enough to start training. This one's name was Imai. Astariell had never met her before, but heard she possessed great potential. Landing in the clearing, Astariell brought the winds down with him, unsettling the still woods. Before him stood the figure of a young girl, her back towards him. That gave Astariell a chance to look at her wings. They were a sort of dusted sandy-grey, flecked with blue bioluminescence. She slowly turned to face Astariell, the crest of feathers on her head slightly rising. Her eyes were a deep brown, curious and evaluating. Astariell fluttered his wings twice before folding them, and inclined his head in greeting. "Hello?" Imai spoke, questioning. Her voice echoed in the clearing as if it were a vast hall. Those were the first word she would have ever spoken. The Zeldrionic language was only spoken in presence of a guardian, one of which was Astariell. All other communication was based on a series of warbling cries and symbols of light and shadow. "What are the Zeldrion?" Imai asked, slowly enunciating her words. They probably felt strange on her tongue.

"You, me, all of us. I wouldn't question it," Astariell answered.

"Astariell? They told me that was your name." Imai stepped closer.

"Yes," he confirmed. Imai fell silent, her inquiries over. "I'm new to this too. You'll have to bear with me," Astariell added. Imai nodded, the glowing spots on her wings rippling.

"Uh okay," Astariell muttered, rummaging through his satchel and pulling out a book. "Introductions; we went through those." He flipped through the pages. "Ah, here we are. Go to Eathris Ner and gain the luminary coronal. I think I remember where that is." Astariell looked back towards Imai. "That's this, but yours will be a little different," He motioned towards the single luminescent feather that rose from his head, connected to a series of small glowing, opaline gems that seemed to drip down the center of his forehead. Unlike Imai, Astariell didn't have a crest, and instead, two feathery tufts on either side of his head. "It will be a rather long journey, so I hope you've prepared."

"I think so," Imai replied, touching her own satchel.

"I guess we're off then," Astariell turned and spread his wings again, readying to take off, but Imai called out, resorting to her accustomed manner of communication. The noise she made was equal to the word 'wait'. Astariell looked back at her, questioning.

"Can we bring him?" She asked. A small glowing blue figure emerged from her satchel and floated into her hands. When the light dimmed a little, Astariell could make out a form, though it was one foreign to him. "It's a Sendrial," Imai told him. The creature grew both in light and size, floating out of the girl's hands and standing behind her as one large enough to ride. It was now vaguely reminiscent of a creature Astariell had seen drawings of in one of his books: A shape of violet-blue luminosity with horns curling back, great membrane wings, an elongated muzzle, and hexagonal scales. Astariell laughed, giving the sound of delight at seeing such an awkward and strange, yet beautiful and graceful being. The Sendrial shrunk back, literally converting into it's indistinguishable, orb of light shape.

"He's shy. His name is Edistiro, though Iro does just fine." Imai seemed to have adjusted quickly to speaking.

"Of course he can come. We would be delighted to have him." Astariell extended one wing and folded it, angling it downwards; the sign of approval. Then turning, he leapt into the sky once more. Imai followed, on slightly more unsteady wings.