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[center][color=7998CE]Race:[/color] Tiefling
[color=77ADFF]Class: [/color] Ranger
[color=7998CE]Location:[/color] Pirate Island 
[color=77ADFF]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@Oso] Bastion / Pirates [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@samreaper] Menzai [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@Lava Alckon] Corin
[color=77ADFF]Equipment: [/color] 
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[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Traveler’s cloak 
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Hidden [url=i.imgur.com/CqhXhFT.jpeg]daggers in boots[/url]
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/8Ah0Mon.jpeg]Longbow with etched star markings and quiver[/url] [/hider]
[color=77ADFF]Attire:[/color] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/4KHymg4]Outfit[/url] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/DJOOLrL]Hair[/url]
[color=7998CE]Gold Balance: [/color] 43
[color=77ADFF]Injuries:[/color] Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number
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Arya’s gaze remained trained on Corin. Despite Bastion’s warm greeting and familiarity, she could not relax. When he mentioned a headache, a frown appeared on her face. He’d need a medic, but where would they find one on the island? As she approached them, her body tensed and remained poised to strike. One hand instinctively had gone to her quiver of arrows. He offered his hand to Stella who sniffed it and ruffled her feathers, then tilted her head at him and squawked her greeting. Arya’s smile remained polite as she nodded at him for his respectfulness. She kept reminding herself that Bastion knew him and it seemed well. Whoever the other elf had been, she hoped he was also fairing well. 

Phia’s assessment of the situation caused a crack in her cautiousness. Her contagious joy and look on life was endearing. Fortunately, she also looked over Corin and tended to his injuries. It reminded her of–then the thought brought a chill that caused her body to tense. Every moment that passed on the island was a moment she would lose to reuniting with her family. Arya reminded herself to breathe in and out. Stella, noticing this, brushed her wings against her back as a reminder to remain grounded. In that instant, she lost track of Phia due to the busy stalls and heavy aroma of food. Panic coursed through her as she nudged Stella and commanded her to find Phia. Her eagle took off from her shoulder and took flight. 

[color=lightskyblue]”Found her!”[/color] Stella paused in the air and then settled on the top of the stall. Arya sighed in relief and began moving through the crowd quickly. While most of them remained attentive to their affairs, a few curious onlookers pointed at the eagle and murmured amongst themselves. Arya sighed in relief and followed Menzai as well towards the stall. Her gaze swept over the stall while Stella perched back on her shoulder and ruffled her feathers warningly to any onlookers. 

At the same time, Menzai now offered gold to the tailor in exchange for information. Her eyes widened–what a brilliant idea. She eyed the tailor and examined carefully for any sort of deceit or lies. Just then, Bastion joined and remained vigilant for threats as well. Her gaze moved over the clothing–how she wished she could afford more. The floral crowns with the flowing skirts and the enchanted dress. Her gaze rested on the simpler outfits with pants, blouse and boots, a simple outfit for her to move and hide in the shadows. She looked at her outfit and debated on buying new clothes when Bastion handed her a frog hat. Her eyes widened with joy and shock, and her expression lit up. [i]Frogs.[/i]

[hider=Flashback][i]For a moment, the scene around them faded. They were back at her house; crickets chirped merrily, cicadas buzzing, and fireflies illuminating the air around them as the two tiefling sisters laid on their backs and gazed up at the stars. The pond nearby remained calm, with occasion ripples across the surface from bugs landing in it. One of their hands was intertwined with the other. Arya’s short hair was tucked beneath the nape of her neck while Zoriana’s flowy blonde and black hair was tied into a ponytail, yet kept its wild nature.

[color=cyan]”That constellation… Is it Draco?”[/color] Zoriana’s quiet voice rang out across the still and peaceful night. [color=E6E6FA]”Or–no, I don’t think so. Hmm,”[/color]

[color=77ADFF]”Mmm. It might be. Could it be…”[/color] Arya went quiet as she began pondering the question. [color=77ADFF]”Maybe…. I think it's Sirius?”[/color] 

As Zorie went to continue their conversation was interrupted by rhythmic ribbiting. The two sisters glanced at one another and sat up, their reverie paused. There was a baby frog hopping along the stone path leading to them. As Arya examined it, she noticed its eyes were wider than usual, and the tone it kept sounded melancholy. She frowned, while Zoriana carefully crawled over to it and offered her hand. The frog recoiled, then slowly jumped into her hand after a moment. There was a conversation between the two that remained telepathic, and then Zorie turned to her and frowned.

[color=cyan]”He’s lost, and his family is missing. There were a few snakes-I told them to stay away, but they clearly didn’t. He shall now be our pet! I’ll go get him an enclosure.”[/color] Without further conversation, Zorie leapt up much like a frog herself and bounded into the house with frantic excitement. Arya smiled as she watched her sister take ownership. She trailed behind peacefully, though her heart was heavy with the news. From then on, the frog was carefully tended to by Zorie, and the two became best friends. As an older sister it warmed her heart and she hoped that Zo would remain that beautiful, and peaceful little girl. [/i][/hider]

Arya snapped back to reality. She accepted the hat and briefly brushed her hand across her pouch. [color=77ADFF]”Bastion… I, wow. Thank you,”[/color] She smiled and then hesitated–her hood had to be off in order to wear it. She glanced around then entered one of the stalls to hide her face. She slipped off the hood and set the hat on and a sad smile crept up her face. She pulled her hood back up and smiled as she exited and faced Menzai and Bastion.

[color=77ADFF]”I’m... froggy.”[/color] Arya joked. Stella let out a loud sigh if an eagle could, and she glanced up at her. [color=77ADFF]”Maybe I’ll get you one,”[/color] 

Stella scoffed in response and ignored her. Arya giggled and turned back to the two. [color=77ADFF]”How can I pay you back, Bastion?”[/color] She paused as the scent of food wafted over. [color=77ADFF]”I'll buy us some food?”[/color] She gestured to the stalls, and her stomach rumbled loudly. Arya ignored it and glanced at the tailor in case he did in fact take Menzai’s offer. [/color]