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Raven decided to make a move into the nearby town. Maybe she would pass the Princess, who had been hiding out there for a while. Hiding in the shadows, lets you know a lot, so Raven was very equipped with knowledge.
She was now fully dry, the sun dried out her clothes at a speedy pace. Walking down to the lake's edge she peered in to check her appearance. Her black hair, hung loosely down her back, and her eyes looked sad. She straightened out her black cloak, and pulled up her black cloth boots, until just below the knee. Her Black dress couldn't be seen under the cloak, but still she found a need to flatten it out. I always try to look my best and she smirked with this thought. Pulling the cloak hood up over her head and eyes, she headed into town.

The town was busy, especially around the market place. Stalls constantly tried to flog her with rare treasures that were said to be found all over the land. She picked a red apple off a stand without anyone noticing. Sure she could of used her powers, but Raven was sly enough without them. Taking a bite out the apple she headed into a alleyway too get away from the bustle, where she sat on a big crate, and sunk her teeth into the ripe apple, watching as people busied themselves around the stalls.
While consuming her apple, she was lucky enough to be entertained by the local musician, who was graced just like her. The only difference was, she knew about him, and he knew nothing about her. Which was the way she preferred it. People of the town recognised her, but because she only comes once a week to the market place, many people just suspect she's visiting her family. Though many keep her distant because of the choice of colour and clothes she wears. Maybe I would get on with the Black Cloaks and she giggled to herself as she finished off her apple.

Alex stood up and went into the in again to spend a few hours there for food and rest, he noticed that the girl who was still sitting at a nearby table, he'd noticed her the last time he came in. He gave her a little smile and then ordered himself some food, eating it quietly while taking quick swigs of water. He was happy about playing uplifting music or calm, soothing tunes. His life was also pretty carefree unless the Black Cloaks became involved, which hadn't happened for years.

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Mr. Gale entered the shop, just as Rose finished up the sword she had been working on. "May I see?" he asked.

Rose nodded and took a step back. Mr. Gale inspected the sword. "Lovely," he told her, "You are a fast learner. You've been working hard. Take the rest of the day off. I can handle the order pick ups today."

"Really?" Rose asked, and smiled when he nodded. She pulled the pins from her hair, so it fell loose, and she picked up her bow and quiver.

"Why do you carry those around?" Mr. Gale asked curiously.

"I don't feel safe without them," Rose said as she shouldered her bag and headed out to the street.

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you are my sunshine.
my only sunshine.
you make me happy when skies are gray.
you never know dear, how much i love you.
please don't take my sunshine away.

The little stones beneath Savryn's feet crunched and popped. She sort of liked the sound it made, matching the rhythm of her steps. The sound meant home. This village was her home, always had been.

Somewhere in the distance was a faint song. At least, it resembled a song. Savryn hummed to what she imagined would be the tune as she skipped her way home. Her plan was to drop off the items she'd bought for her mother, and then go back out for a walk. But when the click of the door sounded throughout the cottage she lived in, her mother swooped in.

"Jonathon Harper came by today. You remember him, don't you? The grocer's son. He was looking for you." Savryn's mother said with a sad attempt at the tone of casual small talk. A hint of a smile played at her lips. "Perhaps you should stop by Mr. Harper's shop and say hello."

Savryn had to find a way to get out of this. Jonathon only acted nice around the adults, especially Savryn's mom. He was really a conceited jerk who only wanted what all teenaged boys want. "Ah ... alright. Maybe I'll do that. I'll come back later in the afternoon." Of course, she wasn't really going to visit Jonathon. She dropped the items in her mother's arms and hurriedly made her escape into the street. Savryn retravelled her original route to the market, but veered off before entering the busy area. She just wanted to go for a bit of a walk.

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Z sits down on a bench, not far from what seems to be an empty shack in the middle of nowhere. He looks up at the sky, sun on the back half of the day.

He yawns loudly.

"Mmmm...I'm getting tired of waiting. And wearing this cloak is killing me in this heat. I thought Vai was supposed to be here by now. We were supposed to get our equipment ready for tonight."

Z smiles under his hood at the thoughts of what's happening tonight.
"Guess we'll go down to the city and find some of the graced children there. Hopefully not many guards will be out, and we'll find a few non-combat graced kids unprotected."

((Relevant OOC: Are we allowed to kill Graced NPC's?))

Raven emerged from the shadows of the alleyway when she had devoured her shadows. She would steal a proper meal tonight, this was merely stretching her legs. She looked up at the sun slowly setting in the sky and brushed her fringe out of her eyes before getting submerged in the crowd of the market again.
Moving swiftly in and out she ended up in the far end of the street, where the musician played. She stopped a distance, his music really brought happiness. His grace no doubt was music, no one in lands far off could play like him, and she was surprised he didn't work for the nobles or at least the King. After all he could need some cheering up after his daughter had to pretend to be a peasant. She looked down the road to the blacksmiths. I could use a sword, practicing with sticks is hardly useful when it comes to fights where i have no blade to wield. The thought of a sword in her hand again put a smile on her face. Her last sword was lost after a fight while she was traveling. Running into bandits was the most danger she ever come across in her life, if you could call it danger. They all lost their lives, but unfortunately she lost her sword. Making a brisk walk to the blacksmiths, she entered and pulled her hood back to reveal her delicate face, her hair, black as night, hung around her.
"I'm looking for a new sword. Could you help?"

The tune carried by the wind outside also reached her inside the inn. It was a carefree and light song only made by instruments. The song made her feel nice, it was such good playing he must be really talented. Her thougths went back to her meeting with Evan, she wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about her grace. Which wasn’t very hard for her as her grace was hardly noticeable and harmless. It was a gift to her and she would never misuse it. She didn’t really understand what a grace was, she just assumed a graced person was someone with an exceptional talent. The sun was setting colouring the sky a soft orange. The last rays shone through the window giving the inside of the inn a warm glow. She glanced outside the setting sun greeted her heart shaped face, her bi coloured eyes glistened for the last time that day as the sun went down.

The soft tune made her drift away but before she managed to dream away it stopped suddenly. He had stopped playing.....? The doors of the inn opened slowly the youg man from outside coming through. He took one of the spare seats she studied him carefully, he carried a flute but didn’t seem to have anything else on him. She just had her cloth bag and her small parasol, not as much either.

A waiter glanced her way judging if she’d like to order, he already left the counter and was coming her way. She ruffled through her cloth bag finding her silver coins taking a few out. He had a clean piece of cloth hanging over his one arm, a friendly smile on his face. “What can I get you Miss?” She looked up her green eye hidden behind a lock of soft brown curly hair protecting her gracling identity. “Um....I’d like some light herbal tea please” Curiousity was floating in the air around him, he wanted to know what was behind the lock of hair. “Just a moment and I will get it for you” He smiled and went to some other patrons getting their order also.

The boy with the flute had ordered some food and a glass of water because the waiter came back with a full tray, the other containing her herbal tea. He ate quietly taking an occasional swig of water. She quietly looked away, she didn’t mean to stare at everyone it just happened, she liked to study others and dream away in her thoughts. “Here you go Miss” He placed the herbal tea infront of her gently. “Yes...thank you” She handed him the 3 silver coins with a shy smile.

She had an uncomfortable feeling about tonight, the uneasyness came from outside. Faint strands of conspiracy and hate floated through the air almost lost to her grace.. But she had practiced her empathy since she was old enough to use it properly. Taking the warm cup in her hands she took worried sips. After a few minutes of glancing outside worriedly she had finished her tea. I should go outside and find Evan. Taking her belongs with her she swiftly left the inn and walked out into the streets and cool breeze.

He said he had to pick up a few swords, he must be done by now wouldn’t he? She took slow and small steps as she was a little early, the blacksmith was just up ahead she would be able to get there in time.

((Veelix: Yes, you are.))

Rose took a step back as the black haired girl entered. She was Graced, she could see her eyes. Mr. Gale stepped forward. "Oh course, ma'am. I'm Gale, the smith, and this is my apprentice, Rose."

Rose smiled at the girl. "We would both be glad to assist you in your search," she said.

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you are my sunshine.
my only sunshine.
you make me happy when skies are gray.
you never know dear, how much i love you.
please don't take my sunshine away.

Valtieri had sat quietly and observing within the meeting of the Black Cloaks, loud and unsettled as they were at the report saying that the assassination of the princess, who was Graced, had failed, and was also quite amused at how obvious the statement Kade had made, the reactions that had transcended from his words among the others that were gathered at the meeting, many which he had spied on from the corner of his eye wore that of embarrassment and shock, as well as many other things, at their foolish reactions on this matter. Then another one had spoke up, her name being Lyra, or so Vai thought it was, and saw exactly how many had renewed their interests in taking the princess’ life their selves, and decided it was due time he paid a visit to his trustworthy contact within the castle, while his contact may only be a humble man-servant, servants heard many things within their lord’s and queen’s chambers and hallways, he would find where they had hidden their so called ‘princess’ and hunt her down, but not to kill her. Oh no, he had much more clever and sinister schemes planned for the princess, he would use her as his pawn to not only take her out of the picture within this land, but many other Graced ones as well. He just had to await the adjourning of their meeting, then await for the area to empty of spying eyes from even his own kind, then make his way to his own personal abiding and send out notice to his contact to meet him in two days at their usual spot. This is going well, I was worried I would have to set my sights on another important figure within their family, but there’s still hope I can use that wench and take out many, many other Graced ones at the same time. Luck is smiling on me today.

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!WARNING!: Do NOT read this if you're hateful towards people of more cheerful dispositions.

Z gets up, the sun already setting in the sky.
"Damn it Vai, I'm going without ya."
Z opens the shack up, going inside. He looks around outside, before shutting the door behind him, locking it. He opens up a chest in the back of the shack, pulling out a wicked looking sword, the blade made of a black metal, with a dark gem engraved in the center of the hilt. The sword was double sided, blades on both ends of the hilt. Z spun the blade around, playing a few tricks, before detaching both blades, and doing a few nifty tricks with them to. He then placed both blades in there sheaths, grabbing a sack with money and food, and his death book.

"Alright, I'm going to head down to the village now. I'll grab some kids, bring 'em down to the basement, and murder 'em like cattle."
Zion emits a deep, boistrous laugh before exiting the shack, and heading down to the village below him.