05-28-2013, 07:26 PM
However, the Avian didn't go back inside. She took out a cigarette from a case in the little bag she carried and lit it. The golden eagle Avian's name, that she had chosen herself, was Vixen and tho her body was indeed that of a male, her mind was female and she considered herself to be female, regardless. Happy enough to dress so that she looked the part, Vixen was inwardly miserable, as she felt trapped inside the body which she had been born into.
Ari was impatient. She knew that they all needed to get inside the palace somehow and they couldn't wait forever for this Avian to go back inside. Perhaps if they surrounded them, they might agree to help in return for being left unharmed. She signalled to Phelan, and pointed to the figure of the Avian. He understood, and turned to Cecy.
"There's someone out there, one of the sex slaves," he whispered. "I think that Ari wants to talk to them. But since there's only three of them there, they probably need more of us over there, in case of accidents."