time: morning day: fourth season: dyo year: 81378 The faded black of hue of Zistiel's coat blended softly with the deep greens of the jungle, small creek rushing past unknowingly. But his redish orange hair, which was shoulder long, markings, which covered him, and tail flame were not blending. Aslo, his yellow, piercing but pure eyes did not match the dull one of the small creatures, and as he lie in the tree branch, all could see him. Thoughts flooded through his mind about the mission he had just completed, and about the ones a head. But now he had a day off. He sat, sighing, and thinking deeper into his problems. It was a shame he had no one to discuss them with.
<font color='#000F22'><blockquote><font color=#330000 face=georgia size=1><font color=black>& in character - <u>schism sunhawk</u></font> Schism wasn't a normal teenager in any way except that which she couldn't change. The tribe member couldn't exactly decide that she didn't want to be a seventeen-year-old female with which that entailed. Though the young Sunhawk had never understood how most females her age could be so emotional and tempermental. Then again, she had never been that way. Schi was a rather interesting enigma. Though she would admit that she was rebellious, it was in her nature, not because of her age. The teenager peered at the blade at her side, its ivory hilt prodding up from its sheath. Well, that was quite interesting. There was a faint nick in the side that she hadn't noticed before, a subtle curve that would allow her fingers to slide more easily along it. Ah, well, that was good. Obviously Janar had been at work on this longer than he had mentioned when he had given it to her last time she visited her Tribe. An abrupt grin curled her lips as she allowed her fingers to wrap around the blade. She had to test it, yes. The youth drew the dagger out of its leather sheath at her side, allowing the cold black metal to glint dully as she stalked forward. Bi-toned eyes were intense as she slunk forward, body hunched over slightly as she peered mercilessly at the landscape. A sudden movement caught her attention, causing the female 'dragon to launch herself at it. In a rush of wings, she drew back, grinning ferally at the bird she had startled into flight. Ah, well, that was amusing. So she had her times when some things were of further interest to her than they might have been to an adult - that was only natural. Schism also caught sight of a male, about her age, rather abruptly. Blinking in curiosity, the Sunhawk moved toward him, baggy black pants swishing softly as she moved, since she was no longer restraining their movement. The golden runes etched across her t-shirt glittered gently against the morning sun as she looked at the male, most easily seeing the shock of red-orange hair atop his head. Fingers flickered through the air in a vague wave, head tilted to the side as she watched the other teenager. <font color=gray>"Well, 'allo there, stranger."</font> Schism commented with a coy smile.
<span style='color:orange'>'Lo. Didn't I'd be seeing anyone else in these parts.'</span> He nodded in a returning hello, then jumped skillfully down from the limb so he was standing in front of her. He had been watching as she scared of the bird, and had seen the blade. <span style='color:orange'>'Very nice blade you have, looks well balanced.'</span> He smiled slightly. <span style='color:orange'>'So, what would you be doing in these parts?'</span> He had a calm air to him, which was slightly unusual for a spy like him, and he sensed that this fae was much stronger then she seemed, but nothing was said hostily, so he didn't get defensive right away before she even responded. ooc| mrrr. weak post <_<
<font color='#000F22'><blockquote><font color=#330000 face=georgia size=1><font color=black>& in character - <u>schism sunhawk</u></font> The Sunhawk stretched lightly as she watched him jump down, a single eyebrow quirking thoughtfully at the gesture. Though she wasn't really impressed, it was a feat that couldn't be done by just anyone. So, eh, perhaps she could be at least accepting of the fact that it showed some skill. Not as much as a true treejumper, but he probably wasn't a scout for one of the Tribes, so that made sense. Very few thought that it was important to learn the skill of being able to move and jump from a tree. It wasn't often the way of the Others. Those that weren't a part of the Ten Tribes. The pendragon's wings fluttered slightly, then curled closer to her body as she replied. <font color=gray>"I'd hope it would be, made by one of the best in the business."</font> There was a slight grin at that, a flash of feral teeth, before she continued. <font color=gray>"Thanks, though, I s'ppose. As for what I'm doin' 'round here, don' think it's particularly your business, but I'm wandering. Sounds very interesting, doesn't it?"</font>
<span style='color:orange'>'Unbelievably.'</span> He smirked, thoughts wandering. He hoped she hadn't seen the jump as a show of agility or strengh, as he could easily do better, he just felt like getting down and for a practical purposes jumped. <span style='color:orange'>'Best in the business, eh? It's obvious it wasn't made by just anyone, most with certian occupations can tell.'</span> He said this calmly, although it seemed as if he was blurting something secret out, he was merely fishing around to see how the fae would respond.
<font color='#000F22'><blockquote><font color=#330000 face=georgia size=1><font color=black>& in character - <u>schism sunhawk</u></font> The bi-toned eyes of the Sunhawk tribe member watched the male without true interest, dull and unfocused as she observed what he was doing. Already she ahd taken in his entire appearance. A nimble finger ran idly across the blade of the knife, feeling the cool, smooth touch of the dangerous tip as she moved along the edge. It was dangerous, perhaps, but there was no reason for her to be worried. The female pendragon knew how to protect herself from being scraped up by running her finger along it - there was no harm as long as she was careful. <font color=gray>"Mm, yes. What sort of occupations would those be, hm?"</font> Schism inquired.
He knew what she was getting at, but he didn't really care. He could be sly himself. Plus, quite frankly, it didn't really matter. He didn't really care what she did, not at the moment. She played with blades and knew more then commonly found dragon faes, but this didn't really affect him. He shook his head to himself. This wasn't a time to start acting all smart. It was easy to see what half of the spies did by looking at them, and he didn't really care. It wasn't a big secret. 'I wasn't looking to be sly. Some spies don't use slyness when they they aren't doing... important... things.' He smirked, for no apparent reason, just feeling like it at the moment.
He watched as she played with he knife, not very impressed. So she played with knives and didn't get hurt. Big deal. He smirked slightly, inwardly. Her eyes, obviously uncaring. He was going to make this difficult. She had taken the bait. <span style='color:gray'>'Ah, does it really matter? What do you do?'</span> He shook his head slightly. This wouldn't be too hard, was his first thought. But secondly, this fae was smarter then she appeared.
<font color='#000F22'><blockquote><font color=#330000 face=georgia size=1><font color=black>& in character - <u>schism sunhawk</u></font> The tribeswoman wasn't trying to impress anyone while toying with her knife. It didn't matter in the slightest to the multi-toned pendragon. It was something that children in her Tribes were taught, so why bother to act as if it was supposed to be impressive? Anyone who had been born and raised in one of the Ten would know how to do it. It was just a way for her to get rid of her boredom, funnelling it into the slight action of rubbing her thumb against the blade. If the male before her hadn't been there, she might have even started tossing it. However, she didn't feel like allowing this particular stranger to see such a feat. Though only one blade was easy, males tended to get arrogant and egotistical when they saw a female doing something that they thought was supposed to be a "masculine" thing. Heck, if he was a warrior or something, he might even feel the need to toss a blade, in turn, to try and prove that it was a mere carnival trick. There was a deadly look in her eyes at his response. So he was going to turn away her question then ask one of his own? Did he really think she was stupid enough to reply when he had held back from giving her information? If so, then Schism thought he was the idiot, not she. <font color=gray>"Mm, that wasn't a very sly way to avoid the question, stranger."</font> Schism replied thoughtfully, flicking a solitary ear, curving it gently in his direction. <font color=gray>"As to what I do, that really is my business. Perhaps you should avoid that type of question if you aren't willing to return the favor."</font> Was her retort, a subtle lace of venom permitted to enter the words. What it really meant was that if he wasn't going to tell her what he did, then she wasn't going to tell him what she did, either. It was only fair, after all.
