Sparrow nods in reply to Adam's question. They had come back downstairs together and she was now looking through the living room. [color=7bcdc8]"Yeah I do. My mom used to read to me when I was a kid. After she was killed and we moved to Sanctuary my dad taught me."[/color] She tosses a pillow from the sofa on to the floor and grins. [color=7bcdc8]"Victory!"[/color] Sparrow straightens up and in each hand she holds a very old looking book. She sticks one under her arm and flips open the second; the pages are crisp and crinkle as her fingers brush against them. [color=7bcdc8]"[i]Two households, both alike in dignity, (In fair Verona, where we lay our scene), From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.[/i] I think it's a play? It's written like one."[/color] Sparrow shrugs and closes the book, flipping it to see the spine and dusting it off with the edge of her cloak. [i]The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.[/i] Shrugging she tucks the book under her arm with the other one she had found and turns to face Adam. [color=7bcdc8]"Should we keep looking around? We might be able to find you some clothes,"[/color] she says with a smile.

Sparrow jumps in surprise when the hinges on the screen door creak. The wind outside, which had been a mere breeze when they were laying in the forest earlier, had picked up the pace. Setting her books back on the sofa she walks over to one of the windows; broken glass crunches under her feet and she places her hands on the window sill. [color=7bcdc8]"We should probably get what we need and head back soon, just in case a storm hits. I'd rather not be trapped in this house with a dead body if the weather gets bad,"[/color] she laughs, turning back to Adam with a grin on her face.

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