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[center][color=7998CE]Race:[/color] Tiefling
[color=77ADFF]Class: [/color] Ranger
[color=7998CE]Location:[/color] The Kraken's Wake [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Seadragons Throne Room
[color=77ADFF]Interactions:[/color] [@samreaper] Menzai  [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color]  [@princess] Phia [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Malik  [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color]  [@Tae] Meiyu  [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color]  [@Lava Alckon] Corin [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@Oso] Bastion/Pirate King
[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] 53
[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 had been upset throughout the night. 

When Bastion had fallen, she had wanted so badly to speak up against those laughing at his misfortune. But she had simply stood there with trembling legs and watched. Even though she and Menzai had eventually gone over, and she had been able to leave Bastion with comforting words, the thought that she hadn’t stood up for him lingered nonetheless. She spent much of the remainder of her time with Bastion, Menzai, Phia and then Stella before bed.

Minerva had perplexed her on multiple occasions, especially with her decision to roam nude through the bedroom. Thus, Arya kept some distance from the girl. She took a top bunk and set Stella down on the side beside her to perch and rest. Stella stretched her wings out and wrapped them around her multiple times comfortingly. Arya remained awake late at night, her eyes glued to the constellations and wondering how her family was fairing–had the captors caught up to them yet? Her stomach churned. Eventually, her racing thoughts drifted off and she fell asleep beside Stella. Her dreams were not peaceful either.

The next morning, Stella awoke early. As she sat up in bed, she looked over at Minerva. At first, nothing seemed wrong. Then, she watched with wide eyes as Minerva’s skin began losing color which caused Arya to panic. What was wrong? Had they been poisoned? Stellie stirred alongside her and chirped with confusion. Minerva morphed into an elven male, who was bigger, had darker skin tone, longer hair and was no longer a catlike woman. Arya and Stella didn’t take their eyes off him–not even when the man eventually woke up and caught them staring. It made sense then–Minerva was a changeling. Arya blinked with surprise. Then, she realized he was naked and quickly turned away to stare at her eagle.

[color=7998CE]“He’s a changeling,”[/color] she whispered to Stella.[color=7998CE] “It.. it fits.”[/color]

Stella chirped back in reply and ruffled her wings. [color=lightskyblue]”As long as they don’t hurt you or the others, I won’t peck his eyes out.”[/color] Arya bit back a laugh so as to not wake the others.

[color=7998CE]“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, Stellie, but if it does I won’t hold you back.”[/color] Stella nipped her affectionately and went back to bed, though the eagle remained vigilant for noise and would occasionally glare at everyone else, as best as an eagle could. 

It wasn’t long before the pirates from the day prior came to collect them. The walk was tense, and it reminded Arya too much of when she had been captive, but Stella chirped softly in her ear the whole time, keeping her as steady as she could.

When they reached the pirate cove, Arya was surprised by how young the prince looked, though the sight did little to ease her discomfort. The moment he mentioned property, her hand moved instinctively to her right wrist, rubbing at it before moving to the other.

Malik, Phia, and Corin all introduced themselves, the latter two more boldly than Arya had expected. Trembling, she took a half-step forward, then hesitated. She wanted to speak up this time, to make up for the moment she hadn’t stood up for Bastion, but instead she remained silent, her body rigid and her eyes unfocused.

Arya knew the game they were playing–she had done this song and dance for over ten years, and she was unwilling to risk herself or Stella again. She kept her hood up and her hands closer to her bow if necessary, though it was unlikely they’d escape if they fired a shot. She did her best to blend into the background. Names and tieflings were precious, and so she remained quiet. Her gaze flickered to everyone. Much to her surprise, Stella managed to hide in her hood, quiet and perched on her shoulder. She remained the silent guardian Arya needed, and for that, Arya would not draw attention to her, or the bow she was ignoring. [/color]