[@Kaesus][@The1Rolling1Boy]

Urs leaned against the tree. It sang to her, a low, lulling melody. Coarsing through the music, almost in tune, came Jasper's voice. To be outside. Urs had lived outside for ten years. People were terrible, they were forgetful and hateful. Urs shivered as she thought about helping them. She didn't mind helping others that were like her and Jasper, but she didn't want to help anyone that would later turn against them.

Hugging her knees, Urs back was crouched over them. The grass swayed in time with the music as the bark of the tree smoothed itself, creating a depression for her to sit in. It was comfortable and nice. Then, like a jackhammer, ruining the melody, another voice sounded. With a bit of a snarl, Urs responded to the boy.

[color=007236]"Yes, but I'm new here, only been here for about a month."[/color] Finished talking, Urs shifted in her seat, leaning against Jasper once again in a somewhat protective manner. The grasses that were swaying just moments before had hardened, like tiny spears, all of which were pointed at the newcomer. While the boy that was floating wouldn't notice them, Jasper most definitely would. Urs wasn't going to hurt the guy, but he had broken her silence, which was crime enough in her eyes.