Young Writers Society

"Out of here, I guess," Leon replied. If they knew the truth about him, he guessed it wouldn't hurt to tell them the reason he was here in the first place. He fished the key out of his pocket and held it up. "I was in a magical shop looking for something that could help my best friend out. I picked this thing up and was whisked here right afterwards."

Even though he could trust them, it would still be a hassle to explain the situation with Kane. By the time that he would have finished, the focus of the conversation would have shifted away from the original point.

She frowns, looking at the key. She supposes it's possible but has never heard of a magical item have affect like that.

Amy looks at Leon and Tasha with wide eyes, stuttering before she answers. "Uhh... I mean. I was... uh... well..." she began weakly, looking everywhere else but at the two she was talking to. "...I was... running away from home." She finally replies, staring at the ground. Her brows furrow and she looks up at them, finally meeting their eyes.

"But for good reason!"

She considers that, then seems to decide that it's up to her where to go and how to do it. She's not a child. Tasha shrugs and turns the rabbit over the fire.

"What about you?" Amy asks, looking at Tasha. "Where are you trying to get to?"

"I hunt," is her rather vague, uninformative answer.

"... Hunt..." Amy looks at her strangely. Okayyyy thanks for the secretive and ominous response there, lady. "So uh... like rabbits or something?"

She shakes her head. "Wolves. Criminals."

Amy tilts her head to the side. "So like... a bounty hunter or something? Or the cops?" She wondered if wolves were slang for something - was that like the name of a gang or something? Or did she mean it... literally?

"Something like that."

"A vigilante?" Amy keeps asking.

"A Hunter."

Amy looks at Tasha with half-lidded eyes and a half open mouth, unimpressed with the circular nature of the conversation.

"OooOOOooohkay. A hunter. Got it." She gives Tasha an exaggerated, clearly fake look of approval paired with a thumbs up. Not like things could get much worse out in the middle of this dark, scary, forest. Might as well antagonize her only allies, right? No this is stupid, but she was doing it anyway.

"Hunter, as in the order. Not like I hunt things, though I do," she answers, unamused.

"Aaah. Ok." Amy nods as if she understands, though she's just as confused as before.