"Silver," Naomi said bluntly, "From America." She looked around the group of them, a ragtag grouping of completely dissimilar people. Magical children rarely got along with each other, but by necessity and a common enemy, often found themselves grouped together for random periods. It was a strange, unspoken rule, perhaps only made possible by keeping their identities secret from one another. Battles between Children were common, but because nobody knew each other, personal retaliation was impossible, and so even the most disparate of pairs grudgingly worked together when attacked.
"Where did the birds come from?" She wondered out loud, diverting her own train of thought.
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Chu levered herself off the balcony railing, seeming to float softly to the ground. The giant puffy hat that hid her horns away fluttered slightly, then settled around her ears. She was dressed surprisingly fashionably for a young girl, like a rich man's daughter, and people tended to notice her for that, and for being so out of place in a gambling hall. She ran to Alistor, almost colliding with his leg as she grabbed onto his dangling hand.
"'Tor." She said simply, looking up at him from under her hat. Her eyes were calm and questioning, almost expectant as she gazed at him.