....Fate is for those too weak to determine their own destiny....
A figure ran and jump from tree to tree in the forest nearby Levra, or more commonly known as the Forest of Amskir. Leaping from tree to tree, her gracefulness seemed to be taught from the Birds themselves. But this was no ordinary figure. Her steps from each passing tree are icy, each step glistened with snow. The leaves embraced her skin as she leapt and caught her breath at one specific tree. Sighing, the Sparrow had been fleeing, trying to get rid of Lady Tia. Perhaps it was not just to get rid of her, but to get rid of her request, both taking the crystal and to the Golden Star.
But she shook her head and stood up, still on the tree. Maybe I should've gone. She mentally smacked herself. No! Who knows what could've happened?! "Pfft." She said softly, at her own self battle. A few birds flew up overhead in distress. Sir Ryan. A mischievous grin formed on her face. He might appear any minute now to continue our "duel". Getting ready, she stayed up in the tree, the leaves around her slowly forming into ice.