[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2][b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1
[b]Location:[/b] Kingdom of Erion, Raganival Forest
[b]Mentions:[/b] One Unlucky Fairy, Velvet ([@Holy Soldier])
[b]Word Count:[/b] 307[/center]  

Out of the corner of his (or her) eye, Quina caught sight of an arrow and winced in anticipation of it finding it's mark somewhere in her, or his, shoulder. When a swinging chain sent the projectile spiralling off into a nearby tree, Quina finally noticed the passenger that she (or he) was carrying on her shoulders. Quina wasn't entirely sure [i]why[/i] the stranger was helping, or even what her name was, but fighting was much like dining. You could fight, or dine, alone, but it was so much more fun with a friend.

 So Quina fought with renewed vigour and glee, laughing happily as Velvet's strange weapon knocked one of the fairies to the ground. Like a cat playing with a wounded animal, Quina smiled as the injured fairy struggled through the grass and, when the poor warrior rolled over to face the Quina with weapon ready, Quina's little smile had turned into a huge grin. For a moment, Quina looked into the terrified eyes of the fairy, and then it happened, a blur of action. The fairy fired her arrow, and Quina brought down her fork down, points first, aiming for the chest of the fairy on the ground before her.

 Quina was hungry, and wanted to prove herself - or himself - to this new friend. The pain of a single arrow wasn't going to get in the way of that, and as far as Quina was concerned, it was just so much easier to get hit in order to land a blow of his, or her, own. After all, food that was busy fighting back was food that wasn't busy trying to avoid a skewering from a giant fork.

 "[color=f49ac2][b]Food[/b],[/color]" Quina licked her, or his, lips and, thanks to the ridiculous length of Quina's tongue, most of his (or her) own face in the process.