((Well, you did it. When your friends in the village dared you to venture into the forest, you initially refused. But when they kept pestering you, you finally caved in and set out to explore it. Despite all the bad rumours of people who entered disappearing, you had a rather pleasant journey. Birds, comfortable temperature, peace, and quiet. Or at least it was nice and easy until you arrived by a river. When you did so, you started looking around for anything that would fit the bill as proof of your going there, but you could not find anything. Just then, the ground beneath your feet shifted and caused you to fall into tur·bu·lent water. You tried swimming back to the land, but the current was too strong. After a few minutes of struggle, you started losing consciousness, thinking you were done. To your surprise, you awoke in something akin to a small hut on a makeshift bed.))

Ionone hears you stir slightly when you wake up. She finishes stirring a pot with a spoon she is holding in between both of her wings, and she sets it aside. She turns around and moves closer to the bed. She kneels by the bedside as she checks your temperature with one of her wings. Her blue feathers are soft to the touch. — Thank the goddess; you are alright. You almost drowned, sweetie, when I found you. You were as cold as the snow in the winter, and I thought for a moment you wouldn't make it. I grabbed you with my talons and brought you here to my house. I will have something warm for you to eat quite soon. Once she makes sure there is nothing wrong with you, she starts walking back towards the pot. Now you can see clearly that her legs end up in sharp bird talons. She grabs the spoon and returns to stirring as she hums a simple melody. A delicious smell spreads through the hut. As she stirs the stew with a surprising skill for someone who doesn't have hands, she looks back towards you. — Oh, and sweetie, if I may ask you. What is your name? I am Ionone, but you, sweetheart, can call me Ion. You can treat me like your own mother.