[h2][color=66CD00] Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

There was a time in Bianca’s life that not many people were aware of. She was young, just thirteen years old at the time and she had just ran away from home, it was the first time.

She must’ve looked like a fool. She was wearing a floral summer dress that may have caught many a stranger’s eye. She was the only one wearing a floral summer dress where she had found herself. She was stumbling out of an alley, trying to find her way when Gratia had noticed her and helped her out. Showed her around a little, spoke to her. It was such a strange moment, Gratia too looked out of place but not for the same reason as Bianca. It was more or less like someone who was imprisoned – but was unaware of why.  

Her wings fluttered in curiosity at the sour-faced girl. Bianca had learned as much as any young girl about poverty. But without first hand experience there was no truly understanding the depths of poverty. But Bianca was on the run and she felt as though she wanted to make an impact on the girl's life. When she finished conversing with her she took off her family ring and handed it to Gratia, telling her to keep it safe. It was one of the only moments in Bianca's life she could recall where it didn't seem like Gratia knew what to do or say, perhaps right now as well. She still remembered what Gratia had said. 

[color=66cd00]“Thanks a lot… Birdbrain”[/color]

Bianca snapped back to reality, Gratia was taking the clothes off of one of the guards. Bianca knew what she planned immediately and nodded in her teammates direction. Forcing herself to stand, steadying herself against the cold concrete wall and using her wings to steady herself, though she found them to be much more noticeably cold than before – due to the lack of feathers most likely. 

She prepared herself for the spare pair of clothes as Gratia planned. The man whose clothes were being stripped from his body groaned, but Bianca could tell Gratia hadn’t taken the pressure off of him yet and as such he wouldn’t be going anywhere. He caught Bianca’s gaze and his eyes were like razors. He wanted her dead, obviously.

She flipped him the bird.