[Akuna]

Baby, seasons change but people don't and I'll always be waiting in the back room

   A single pearl dangles from a chain on her earlobe, a modest accessory to her already conservative form. Featherless, an outcast among the third oldest family. The one she seeks, however, is somehow even worse off.
   Her trot slows as she approaches the den. Not her own-- within the safety and nobility of the pyramid, her place as a Vulture. Lower still, for her friend, the other featherless survivor in Syn Cardrys. Wren, however, doesn't sleep alone-- Akuna almost envies her that, but the scent of the man that reeks around here is far from enticing. She comes in the mid of day, when Ragnarok is sure to be out training under the taskmaster Roc of his, filthy Obsidians, the both. A Crystalline could have so much better, is only she believed it.
   "Wren," the Sapphire starts in a sleek voice, lowering her head to enter. "Good to see you, at long last. Are the Rocs keeping you busy, or Ragnarok?" She knows the answer is both. After the war, they each threw themselves into their work-- Akuna so thoroughly, she ascended above Dove, to a position where she could work every hour in the day and not have to face the parents of whatever brats survived. She promised to stay close to Wren, and had-- until he showed up, and exerted every effort to keep the Crystalline to himself.
   Well, if he intends to drive them apart, Ragnarok will have to work a lot harder. Akuna is an expert in isolation.