Elytra jumped as she heard a voice come from behind her "Wha?!" she exclaimed as she fell of the rock she was sitting on onto her back, dropping her sammich. "Ah great." she said mournfully. She really preferred sammiches without dirt. She looked up from the dirty mcdirtfaced sandwich to the spirit who had just popped up-or down, more likely. "Whoa, you're a Spirit!" she exclaimed, forgetting about the sammich. "Which tribe are you from? Where do you live? What do you eat?" she was overwhelmed with questions. After a lifetime of only meeting ripples, she had already seen two different types of angels! Score!