[Center][h2][color=BCBCBC]Sparrow[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
Sparrow had almost forgotten about the nasty gash on her forehead until she went to brush the hair from her face and the pain caused her to visibly wince and clench her jaw. She put down the knife she’d been using to clean the meat before looking to the little girl, Pixie. Sparrow may have been cold and merciless in battle but when she was here in her home, the huntress was patient and kind. She listened to the child’s every word, watching with her calm grey eyes, normally stormy. Sparrow knelt down to Pixie’s level before speaking to her in a warm and reassuring voice. [color=BCBCBC]“I will do my best to find her, young one. I know what Milk means to you. Hopefully she’s found Twix, I’d hate to see anything bad happen to either of them and Twix certainly has her way of getting into trouble.”[/color]

Sparrow rose from her knees and rolled her shoulders before looking to one of the women who stood before her. [color=BCBCBC]“Cinder my dear, could you help me patch this up?”[/color] Sparrow motioned to her head before Cinder went to retrieve her supplies with a nod.

[b]“Yes Sparrow, it is the least I can do for you.”[/b]

Many painful moments later, Cinder tied off the last stitch in Sparrow’s forehead and carefully cleaned away the dried blood around the wound. Sparrow opened her eyes, trying her hardest to hide the searing pain. She nodded gently to Cinder before rolling on her side and standing from where she had once laid. [color=BCBCBC] “Thank you…”[/color] Sparrow spoke, before going to retrieve her bow from the corner where she’d left it. Then, she reattached her waist-mounted quiver to her belt, making sure that there were enough arrows left to properly make use of.

Sparrow emerged from the shack she called home and squinted as the sun hit her unadjusted eyes. She took in her surroundings and watched as Alcohol and his men entered Twice’s place. Not something Sparrow wanted to get involved with. She had a decent standing with the guard and she wasn’t gonna screw that up for the sake of her own curiosity. Instead, she began her walk in the direction of Hemlock’s place. Clearly Milk had already spoken with Alcohol if he was now out here.

As she made her way into the forest, Sparrow drew her bow from its place and took an arrow from her quiver. It was not one of her normal arrows however. This one was tied to a long length of rope that hung from her pack and had a weight for its tip. She aimed the arrow up into the branches and let it fly, watching as it flew up and over a think extension of the tree trunk before falling back to the forest floor. Now she had her way up.

Sparrow carefully followed the path she’d stalked Hemlock along in the past, except this time she follow from the safety of the trees. It wasn’t long before she came upon the little construction that was Hemlock’s home and sure enough, there stood the fiery redhead that was her sister. Now? Now Sparrow watched from the tree, her hands loosely holding the bow, an arrow already nocked on its string. If Hemlock tried anything on Milk, her suffering would be short and her death swift. It wasn’t something Sparrow wanted to do, but she would if it was necessary.