a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
Lirsi rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "I make ends meet the only way I know how." Nothing more to say on that topic, she lowered to the ground, peering through the underbrush, searching for tracks. "I don't talk to my pops much, and my brother's been missing since I was a little girl." She explained, fingers tracing through the dirt.
"This way." She turned, leading him carefully. "What do you do?" She didn't know much about him and didn't really care, but it was polite to make conversation whilst one hunted. That way she wasn't hunting around with a complete, total stranger.
"This way." She turned, leading him carefully. "What do you do?" She didn't know much about him and didn't really care, but it was polite to make conversation whilst one hunted. That way she wasn't hunting around with a complete, total stranger.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI
