Dust walked though a uncrowed ally to get where he is going. He knew about the choosing day to settle who was going to be an apprentice and who wasn't and that was his destination. On his shoulder a small golden feathered blunt beaked bird unable to fly with it's left wing cliped. "Now what? Now what?" The bird said not really know what it was saying. Dust laughed at the bird's words. "Who knows Golden? Even I don't" he told the bird stroking the top of it's head with two fingers. "Good!" The bird said back which made Dust smile at the ridicules answer. He sticks a hand in his pocket and pulls out some small seeds which he then feeds to the bird. Hunger naws at Dust but he doesn't mind since he's used to the feeling. He would rather die then go back to his sister.His tail brushed the ground as he heard many voices mixing into one great sound and he knew he was where he needed to be. He held out his hand which the bird hopped on to before he slipped her into a pocket that he had cut a hole in so Golden could stick her head out to not only see what was going on around them, and keep her out of harms way, but to also allow her to breathe. He went into the crowd keeping his head down. Dust wishes to be a healer for it pains him to see others in pain. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do or where to be but he gave no hint to that as he remained stone-faced. He knows he has to talk to a brown haired women but besides that he doesn't know. As he's walking he bumped into a short women who had just hung up an advertisement for alchemy. "S-sorry." He apologized to her.