[h2][color=66CD00]Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBkKRqnt9Pc&ab_channel=SabelJimenez]Bianca's Dirge[/url]

Bianca was pulled into a soft embrace and for a brief moment in time, nothing changed. She  sat there, awkwardly facing Gratia in the front of the SUV, weeping into the girl's shoulder. A ginger hand came up to meet her hair, decidedly and slowly made it's way through her hair. She did not deserve this. She could not be sav-

"[color=66cd00]You really are a fucking birdbrain, aren't you, Bianca?[/color]"

When Bianca was a little girl on the run in the poorer side of Mistral, she had met a younger Gratia. She remembered that she always regretted telling Gratia her first and last name, she'd never hear the girl call her by her first name because of it. It was a silly little thought. 

The snowy owl dropped the gun as it clattered against the floor in the passenger side of the vehicle and embraced Gratia. Pulling herself farther into her guardian's shoulder. Her arms quickly found themselves around Gratia has she helplessly grasped at anything. She felt like she was [i]finally[/i] not falling any longer. When she was being held still. Bianca's voice poked out through the silence that had quickly followed.

[color=#9d36ff]"Tell me what you need me to do and it's done."[/color] Bianca told her teammate. She was ready to be used or sent away. That was Gratia's call. [color=#9d36ff]"I'm alright now, I'm fine."[/color] Bianca's voice was raw, but steady. The girl felt more numb than fine, but numb could accomplish a mission, finish what they had started, perform a task.