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"Yeah. Vestia kind of already said that...hehe." He shits his weight a little to his left leg his right one being to complain loudly with pain. He takes Golden out of his pocket and tell's her "Your gonna have to be quite silent ok?" "Hello!" The bird said back. "I'm gonna take that as yes." Dust says to himself as he puts her back in his pocket.
"Yes I do. Your awfully calm about this whole this whole situation. My question to you. How?" He offers his hand keeping an eye on Vestia. "Once again Dust" "Golden!" Said Golden who remained in his pocket.
Dust stutters out a few a few words that seaming like he's about to die from confusion. "Nope!" Golden signs in his pocket. "Shut up. Please shut up. Your not any help right now." He shot back at the bird which gave him an innocent look. He took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm him self down. "You," he points at Vestia. "No I'm not from here, I came here to get away from My sister, and right now I'm afraid that your either going to kill me or her. Also I don't think thats how ointment works." He then points at Ash "I have no idea how I feel about you because I have not met you. I suggest you either run or say or sorry because in her point of view you are a bad guy. And also as she said I want to apply to be a healer for I hate to see others in pain."
Dust nods glad that he didn't get a punch in the face from her. "Yes I am. I'm looking for the healing master. Do you know where she is by any chance?" He speaks carefully not want to anger her again. "Oh sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Dust." He sips his hand in his pocket pulling Golden out. "And this is Golden. She kind of my only friend." when he says this his ears drop and gains a sad look on his face. The bird flaps her wing saying "Pretty! Pretty!" Which makes Dust laugh and cheer up a little as he puts her back in his pocket. "Yes, yes we know your pretty. We don't need you to rub it in our faces." He looks back at Vestia bearing a small smile. "What's your name?"
Dust walked though a uncrowed ally to get where he is going. He knew about the choosing day to settle who was going to be an apprentice and who wasn't and that was his destination. On his shoulder a small golden feathered blunt beaked bird unable to fly with it's left wing cliped. "Now what? Now what?" The bird said not really know what it was saying. Dust laughed at the bird's words. "Who knows Golden? Even I don't" he told the bird stroking the top of it's head with two fingers. "Good!" The bird said back which made Dust smile at the ridicules answer. He sticks a hand in his pocket and pulls out some small seeds which he then feeds to the bird. Hunger naws at Dust but he doesn't mind since he's used to the feeling. He would rather die then go back to his sister.His tail brushed the ground as he heard many voices mixing into one great sound and he knew he was where he needed to be. He held out his hand which the bird hopped on to before he slipped her into a pocket that he had cut a hole in so Golden could stick her head out to not only see what was going on around them, and keep her out of harms way, but to also allow her to breathe. He went into the crowd keeping his head down. Dust wishes to be a healer for it pains him to see others in pain. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do or where to be but he gave no hint to that as he remained stone-faced. He knows he has to talk to a brown haired women but besides that he doesn't know. As he's walking he bumped into a short women who had just hung up an advertisement for alchemy. "S-sorry." He apologized to her.
No that's fine.
appearance: 
Gender: male
Eye color: Purple
Name: Dust
Age: 17
Personality:Kind, and gentle he will not hesitate to help to someone if they are hurt. He loves being outside. He has a strange condition where his bones are more brittle then normal and he has a slight limp in his right leg. He wants to have friends but has a hard time making them. He will say what's on his mind if he's asked his opinion.
History: He was often abused by his psychotic older sister and his mother and father never knew about the abuse. Once she even pushed him into bear trap which closed around his right leg and is the reason he has a limp. He had to steal his own food and often lived in fear until he ran away to the castle after his sister beat him close to death. He works as a healer and takes very good care of animals.
Other: He has a pet bird named Golden that he has taught to speak basic and will talk to it from time to time. He often will try to figure out ways to makes traps useless and make music boxes.
Gender: male
Eye color: Purple
Name: Dust
Age: 17
Personality:Kind, and gentle he will not hesitate to help to someone if they are hurt. He loves being outside. He has a strange condition where his bones are more brittle then normal and he has a slight limp in his right leg. He wants to have friends but has a hard time making them. He will say what's on his mind if he's asked his opinion.
History: He was often abused by his psychotic older sister and his mother and father never knew about the abuse. Once she even pushed him into bear trap which closed around his right leg and is the reason he has a limp. He had to steal his own food and often lived in fear until he ran away to the castle after his sister beat him close to death. He works as a healer and takes very good care of animals.
Other: He has a pet bird named Golden that he has taught to speak basic and will talk to it from time to time. He often will try to figure out ways to makes traps useless and make music boxes.
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