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[h3][color=fff200][i]Sapphira[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]On the road[/i]
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1.4 feet tall, blond, blue eyes, clothes that were built for working more than anything else. 
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Sapphira was known for investing everything she had into her projects, without hesitation or reservation. She was also known for taking projects on without much forethought on the subject. She lived freely, flitting from one project to the next, devoting herself entirely to each and every project she tackled until something else distracted her. Perhaps that is why she joined this little merry band of travelers on nothing more than the fact that she thought it would be fun, despite the fact that she had no real discernible skills that would be useful to them for the most part. She was good with her hands, that much was true but she was a Fae afraid of heights, with no skills to protect herself, and she didn't actually know these people. In all honesty, she forgot the star that fell's name almost right away. She knew it began with a C, and she knew that it was something pretty but that's all she had for the longest time. Instead, she mostly fiddled with her newest sword. It was almost finished, it just needed to be sharpened and she needed to fine tune the hilt but since she wasn't the best judge of balance, that would have to wait until she could find someone to test it. 

Sapphira was jarred out of her thoughts when the wagon broke down, and she flitted outside to take a look at what was wrong, hearing the tail end of the Naga's quip towards Igneous. 

[color=fff200]“Oh have a heart, Tarkus,”[/color] Sapphira childed as she glided to Igneous’s side, [color=fff200]“He’s alive, you know.”[/color]

Sapphira's attention was redirected as the star that fell began to speak, and while she knew that he was talking to her, she was once again focusing on how she couldn't remember his name. C...Chaloir...Calui...Calitūrus...and then she realized he was asking her a question. It took Sapphira a second, her cheeks warming as she sputtered out an answer. 

[color=fff200]“I-I, ofcourse I can!”[/color] She managed to get out, as proud as she could since she wasn't paying attention at all. She watched as the Naga and the Star that Fell went off, before Ivory jumped down from the Wagon. 

[color=40ceb6]"Where are they going?"[/color]" Ivory asked, and while Sapphira was about to respond, Igneous beat her to it. 

[color=e0115f]"They're gathering wood. No one thought to bring a spare."[/color] He wasn't quite looking at Ivory, instead he was looking just past her and Sapphira almost asked but decided against it at the last minute. Instead, she decided to study the other three wagon wheels, so that she would be able to craft something similar that would hopefully hold out better than the previous wheel. If she had enough time, tools, and supplies she would've been able to make something that far surpassed when they currently had but given the lack of all three of those commodities, she would just have to make do.

[color=40ceb6]"Have either of you ever hunted before? Or gathered vegetation?"[/color] Sapphira turned her attention back to the Ivory and smiled at the thought. 

[color=fff200]"Nope."[/color] Sapphira replied, thinking if they would try now. Just because she never had before, doesn't mean she couldn't now. How hard could it be? Lots of people did it, other Fae even. Ivory, however, decided to table that idea as she changed the subject, offering them taffy instead. Sapphira took a piece gladly, popping it inside her mouth. She made a small face at the tartness of the lemon but once she got over it she was about to thank Ivory when she heard the shot ring out. Ivory pulled her back behind the wagon before Igneous dealt with the two Ashen who were apparently trying to loot them. 

[color=40ceb6]"We need to check on Caeleo and Tarkus,"[/color] Ivory said and Sapphira looked up at the sky. It wasn't particularly windy, and she was trying to make herself useful. What use was a Fae who couldn't fly? She went up into the sky, trying to control her stomach and keep it from heaving everything she's eaten in the last few hours. She turned her attention back towards the ground, and saw the other two members of their party return to the wagon and she thankfully flitted back down. 

[color=fff200]“Did you hear that?!”[/color] Sapphira called to them, as she finally managed to come closer to the ground, and she felt less like she was going to throw up. [color=fff200]“I don’t see anything around for miles, but that crash sounded like it was RIGHT THERE.”[/color] Sapphira pointed in the direction of the other two, as the returned from the river. 

[color=c17913]“We thought it came from the wagon. Sounded like an explosion,”[/color] Caeleo explained, [color=c17913]“Anyway, we brought the wood. Think you could work your magic and fix the wheel?”[/color]  

Sapphira went to go inspect the wood, although with her magic she would probably be able to fashion a wheel strong enough to get them to town no matter what kind of condition the wood was in, as long as it wasn't riddled with holes and bugs. As she turned the corner, there was another man, seemingly looting the bodies of the men who had tried and robbed them. She let out a small scream, glancing over at the other two who didn't seemed to be overly concerned with this newcomer.

[color=695fd8]“Oh, that’s Tavren,”[/color] Tarkus elaborated, [color=695fd8]“A Cleric. Been followin’ us. He'll do you no harm.”[/color]

Sapphira nodded, holding out a hand. The man shook it and that was that. She turned her attention back to the wood and focused on making a wheel so they could continue their journey. If those two were willing to attack them in broad daylight, she couldn't imagine what was waiting for them after the sun set. It took her a few minutes but eventually she fashioned a wheel that lived up to her standards, and brought it over to the group, lifting it and handing it over to Tarkus. 

Once they set out again, it was her turn to drive the wagon. She sat up against the neck of the horse, humming tunes into it's ears. She listened to the Star that Fell talk about her people, before they came to Earth. She knew about it, of course but it was strange to think her people were reincarnated from the Stars. She liked the thought of it, but she didn't dwell on it much. Instead she sung her songs to the horse she was on and tried to remember the Star that Fell's name. C...Calere...Calidus...Calor...Caleo!