xanthia sarasin d2 - cb - fin

Talons wrapped around her arm. She smiled at her companion as he ruffled his white feathers. "Ari, you were supposed to bring the letter back," she laughed. The training was not going as planned, but she expected as much. Ari was not the wisest of owls, but she chose him because he was eccentric like her.

They were born of the same breed: winter. Four girls in one litter, all named when the snow sprinkled the mountain peaks like powdered sugar. They lived in the outskirts of Two with their animals, selling to every fancy buyer that craved something exotic. She often wondered what they did with them. Create mutations? Skin them for their hides?

You wish you could protest, but you can't have a voice in the business world.

Her voice belonged to the wilderness. Humming songs in the spring and singing hymns in the winter, laughing whenever Ari brought her dead animals. His feathers blended with the snow, and she knew they were both destined to be winter creatures.

But Xanthia was melting.

Her soul was as bright and hot as the sun. Even on the coldest of days she could dive headfirst into the snow, laughing while her skin shuddered. If she were Ari, she would teach her fellow birds to fly by shoving them out of a tree. She was confident, headstrong, a force to admire. At the worst times, she could crack a smile and a joke.

She couldn't be sullen, not even when the nights were long and the winter chills frosted her windows. The cold didn't bother any of them; they were mountain climbers, elegant like the wind. It felt as if she lived so far away from civilization, that she had to walk a hundred miles to make a new friend. No, Ari and the animals were enough. Her sisters were enough.

"Okay Ari," she said, grinning. "Let's go see where you dropped that letter."

Her pride and joy.

[ooc; btw she's a career]