Bird
“Birds have wings; they're free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.”
-Roger Tory Peterson-
-Gypsy-Elyadon-With: Cassia-
As they entered the small room, Sparrow's eyes wandered the bare walls, scanning them critically. She hated new places. They made her uneasy. Cassia seemed comfortable, as though the surroundings were familiar to her, and though she assured Bird that there were people watching the room so that it was safe, she didn't let her guard down yet. She'd been burned before, and she wasn't going to let it happen again. When Cassia gestured for her to sit down in the armchair opposite the nun, she did so, but stayed on the edge of her seat, one hand enveloped in the folds of her skirt, fingers brushing against the long dagger that was concealed there. As Cassia recounted her story and the purposes of her group, Sparrow listened intently. She wouldn't have imagined that the organization was widespread enough to have several hundred members. Before, she had assumed that it was a small close knit band, but now that she had learned about the size of the rebel group she realized that such numbers were necessary. When Cassia mentioned that her charge had been killed by the rebels, Sparrow's eyes darkened. "I'm sorry about the prince," she muttered. Then Cassia turned the conversation to her. Sparrow floundered for an answer, not used to people asking about what she could "contribute." "Well, er, there's the obvious," she said, fidgeting with her skirt. "I can get in and out of any situation without anyone noticing. You would think that people wouldn't trust a gypsy and a thief, but to be honest they never suspect a thing. I'm quick with a blade, and I can fend for myself well enough." Then Bird took a deep breath. She hadn't been planning on telling Cassia about her run in with the rogue group, but she didn't want to keep anything from her friend either. "And there's one more thing. Several months ago I was working my usual circuit, you know, stealing, pick-pocketing, all of that, and I got caught in a particularly tricky situation. I made it out alright, better than I had expected, and once I left the town I headed back out on the road. I thought I heard someone following me, but every time I checked I never saw anyone. A few minutes later someone approached me. He said he was part of a group that was trying to overthrow the monarchy in both kingdoms. He told me that he worked with an elite group of 'skilled colleagues' and that they were well on their way to accomplishing their goal. What he wanted to know was whether or not I would be interested in joining them. He said they could use my skills, but I didn't take him up on his offer. He told me that if I ever wanted to reconsider that he would get a room at a tavern in the nearest down every month around the full moon, and to meet him there." Sparrow finished her story suddenly, leaning back in her seat slightly as she awaited Cassia's response.
Ethan
"The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege."
-Charles Kuralt-
-Knight-Avalon-With: Lucifen-
Ethan slowed Areo down to a walk, following Lucifen to the crystal clear stream and dismounting. Obediently, Areo stayed near his side, following him to where Lucifen and her steed sat near the stream, the former with her feet in the water. The grass was incredibly green here, being fed by the water from the stream, and they were near enough the edge of the trees that small shrubs and other such plants spotted the bank. Ethan sat down next to Lucifen, stretching out and lying down on the shore. "How long have you been working at the castle?" he asked her after a short moment of silence that was only permeated by the quiet babbling of the brook.
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