“Well, where the fuck is he Wayra?” the lanky brunette scowls at the fluttering bird who of course knows no more than she does. It’s not like she expects an answer Wayra can’t tell her what he doesn’t know she knows that. She doesn’t even know why she snaps at him except it’s just their usual way of communicating. He whines and she snaps it’s their standard behaviour was changing that even possible? Maybe, but that would mean listening to Wayra and not pulling her usual stupid stunts; like sneaking into castles on a night for visits with a friend or climbing trees and falling out of them when you fucked up. What did falling out of trees matter? It just earned some new bruises and they were common place for Bryar. If she could trade her various cuts, grazes and glorious purple bruises in for money or food she’d be set. Sadly that wasn’t how it worked and after her traps had been empty she’d decided on one of her impromptu visits to the castle. Tristan always had food or well could get it. It wasn’t like she just showed up to steal his food either. No she had her sights on his bed. If she could just figure out how to get it out of the castle and back to the forest without being spotted that would be perfect. Sure she was used to living without a mattress but still she liked the idea of having one.
“So what are we doing now? Back to the forest right?” there’s a pathetic hopefulness in Wayra’s voice that makes Bryar roll her eyes. “And what go hungry? It ain’t like its bloody Tris’s fault. It’s not like I have a way of telling him when I’m gunna show up is it?” she sticks her hands in her pockets and scuffs her shoe along the floor. “We’ve gone hungry before.” It’s a bad argument and Wayra knows it as soon as Bryar screws her face up, “Idiot we’re here now why the fuck would we go back without getting something first?” Wayra knows he’s lost. He always knows when he’s lost because she always gets a certain look on her face. It’s like her jaw sets and her eyes steel and he knows there’s nothing he’s going to be able to say that will change her mind. That looks not one he’s like to forget but then more often than not he sees it at least twice on a good day. When it comes to their arguments Bryar is always the winner and Wayra is always the loser except once on those fictional blue moons. It’s probably got something to do with Wayra’s lack of spine and Bryar’s sheer stubbornness. They’re a little bit of an odd pair, always have been though.
Without another word between them Bryar heads off away from Tristan’s disappointingly empty room or rooms, she was never really sure on that one, and further into the castle. Wayra flutters as noiselessly as possibly somewhere near her head as she traversed the relatively empty halls; something she put down to the hour it was. Now if she could just remember the way to the kitchens, she was sure Tristan had pointed them out to her before or at least indicated their rough direction. It couldn’t be that hard to find could it? She sort of assumed it would be on one of the lower floors because that was where you kept kitchens weren’t it? The only bloody problem was everything seemed to look the bloody same and she had a horrible suspicion she may have walked in something of a twisty circle once or twice. Then of course Wayra kept insisting that as soon as they heard noises in a corridor or round a corner they had to back-peddle and hide from people. So far she was happy to appease the little bird mostly because she didn’t want the hassle but really who was going to care she was wandering around the castle? A teenage girl in ratty shorts and a tank top with almost more bruises and dirt than clean skin; who’d bother with that?
In the end it took her longer than she’d care to admit to find the kitchen but at least she’d found it. About to enter she was distracted by Wayra flying straight into her face and hissing to her, “there’s someone in there!” She manages not to shriek at the bird but she does flap her hands in front of her face to clear him out if it. “Wayra, “I don’t fucking care right now. I am fucking hungry!” the words are spat out as she stomps unceremoniously into the kitchen. The tips of her fingers crackle slightly as gathers a small amount of electricity into them. It’s not that she wants to shock anyone but if a little jolt was enough to knock someone out and not cause them any serious damage whilst she scavenged it seemed worth it. The crackle dies away rather sharpishly as she enters and her eyes focus on the only other person in the room. She frowns a little bit as the cogs click together in her head, “Flying wonder?” her voice is quietly unsure and her expression still slightly confused. It lasts a moment longer before her face cracks into her usual grin, “Hey it’s err Thoth right? Sorry I’m shit with names but I remember you from that night bugging Tris.” Wayra flutters next to her ear still nervous and pulling a face she waves her hand at him shooing him off. “Um, you’re not gunna you know throw me out or anything are you? I swear I just want food I’m starving not managed to catch anything for a while, promise I’ll bugger off after.”
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