Feldar's quarrel

"...Sometimes I think you just do this for the sake of spitin' me..And you wouldn't have to be sorry if you just trusted me..." She grumbled uncompliantly, slender arms crossing huffily against her empty stomach..."(Wait a minute..What am I complainin' for? Hell, this is how a hero -should- be treated! Not..Force to walk like some common peasant!)" Sparrow almost grinned at the thought, the petite lass managing to somehow arrogantly make every situation into something selfishly brilliant. "..What happens if one of these traps catch one of..Well, the people who don't belong to a faction..The innocents..Like me, for example."

 

"Actually, I've been pretty much focusin' on survivin'...Findin' these segments...Scavangin' I guess. The thought of...Someone..Caring for me really didn't cross my mind. Infact, I think you're my first..Aquaintance..."...Saying 'friend' would have seemed needy and degrading. Sparrow blinked some-what up at him, the rigid girl finally getting cosy and enjoying the journey...But still- those idiotic Restoration Commitee didn't know of hopefull scavangers like herself? And..They set -traps-. They didn't go out there and fight, they set traps like little rats! Typical of them, absolutely typical of them..

 

"...Then, we're distant comrades..And...I don't think there'll be any traps in here- so..Y'know, find my own way..If ya want..." She nervously mummered, slender fingers prodding together sheepishly as she stared up at him..Seeing his eyes constantly open and shut, half-close, shut..Open..And it repeated itself. Oh, he'd get hell if he dropped her! Still, this was..His house? She certainly didn't trust her new surrondings. Peering through the dark with squint eyes, Sparrow questioningly quirked an eyebrow towards the various rooms and their states...Ash'd be sure to sleep with one eye open tonght.

 

...And Sparrow took that opportunity to quietly crawl off of him, springing up onto her feet with a hand cupped below her chin as she gazed around, looking at it like a piece of modern art rather than a completely empty house of despair. "(Oh, God..Hope it wasn't the Commitee...) D-don't worry, buddy! We'll get what-ever was stolen back, maybe even better stuff! If it's just the Commitee that's stolen i-it, then it'll be real easy..If not..Then..Wel.." Sparrow's head bowed ever so slightly, now giving that artistic stare to her..Well, bare feet. Apparently plotting. "(Alright, second goal towards Hero..Ism..Get his stuff back!)" A solemn nod as she mentally agreed to this, giving a shifty glance over towards the unfortunate lad. "...Owhh.."

 

A weak smile was quietly returned to him, for the sole purpoe of trying to make him feel better...Poor man had went through so much- being stbbed, dealing with troublesome heroes to be, having his belongings stolen...Leaning limply against the wall- sitting down now-, the lass's aquatic eyes closed after a few moments of paranoid gazing around the room...And she settled into an uncomfortable, light slumber, brow furrowing sub-consciously as if there was still some swarming that little mind of her's.

 

And Sparrow had continued to give the odd stirr and coy mumble of something either foreign or..Simple rambles that sounded akin to a slight whimper. How-ever, Sparrow would receive a..Simply delightfull view as one eye perked open silently. That one eye continued to linger for a while- until its partner decded to join it..And now the young woman was staring blatantly, if not silently, towards him..Looking curious more than anything else. Then, with scarlet blushing underneath her eyes, Ash tightly closed her eyes...More or less forcing herself into a sleep once more.

But still, now she had a great image to focus on when-ever things got too..Stressing.

 

...And now he was talking to himself. Worrying. She stared blankly towards him, giving a raised eyebrow as immature giggles were stiffled determindly...Ash simply sat thre, eyes constantly opening and flickering shut for a short period before eyeing the lad's key-blade...Definately a pretty thing. Most probably meant for a berserker, rather than..Well, -him-! Perhaps there was some honest to God mistake..? Perhaps the key-blade was meant for someone else, which would explain why he couldn't summon it. Ash pondered this silently, finger raised up to her mouth as she gnawed sheepishly...Did this..This unfortunate -nuisance- of an idiot really mingle with the title of a key-blade bearer? A shadowservant vanisher? Hah..Well, meant for him or not,

she'd find who this key-blade belonged to...Or just steal for it herself, deal with the boy, and dual-wield key-blades...It -could- happen!

 

Sparrow gripped his and a little bit more lighter this time as she heaved herself up, staggering tiredly from side to side...Noticing that he seemed a bit more..Detached this morning. Oh, God..And she had really thought the whole 'social awkwardness' phase. A quiet yawn as her small hands casually rested on the back of her head, half-closed eyes staring contemplatingly at the ceiling. "Righteo..What's the plans for today, big guy?"

 

"That's more like it!" She grinned manically, head held high (which really didn't do well to hide the light blush on her face) as she strolled out, clenched fists giving a proud sway around her hips as she walked...Suddenly giving a cowardly shudder at the weather beating valiantly against her frame. Wind? Well that was...Odd, to say the least. As this place only got the few carreses of wind, not..Gales like this. "C'mon, hurry up, Princess...I'll protect ya, don't worry...Soo..Just walk 'bout till some shmuck in a black cloak pops up? Now that's my type of work!"

 

"Watch where ya goi-..." An awkward moment of silence as she fell on her back-side, staring with a frightfully blank look up towards the...Oh God, an organisation member. Wait..-The- organisation member. The wind! Of course...She didn't scream, merely tilted her head up to stare at him- brow raising silently...The screamed command from Alaric caused her to snap sharply into reality- swiftly dragging herself back from the member as the battle took place. Alright, alright..This was hrorible..And she really didn't want to try and fight him again, as the last punch..Had really, -really- hurt. Althouh, if she wanted to help him..There wasn't a choice. Her own key-blade summoned, both small hands intertwined around it; comically running infront of Alaric's direction and skidding to a halt. She was trembling fiercely, but this seemed..Hopeless. All she needed to do was beat him off until Alaric got his key-blade.

"The pyro. The one you call 'Axel'...Where is he? Tell me, now!"