Becca walked out of the bar and into the street. She nodded to the people who looked at her and then continued on her way. She walked in the streets, splashing through the puddles. She walked down to a Essen place, deciding it was better to rest a little while. A glocke jingled as she entered. A little woman came to the counter, gray-streaked red hair pulled into a bun. Her blue-green eyes were warm and inviting. Just like her shop.
“What can I get you?” the woman asked.
She had a strong accent, one Becca couldn't place.
“A hot cup of coffee,” Becca answered.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
Becca moved to sit in a chair when the woman turned. She froze. On the back of the woman's neck was a tattoo. One Becca knew.
“Rain is wonderful, don't Du think?” Becca asked.
The woman looked at her.
“Yes. But I prefer the sun.”
Becca smirked.
“Rain is better. Wipes away any secrets.”
The woman turned back to her and Becca lowered the fabric on her shoulder. On her left shoulder was a matching tattoo. The woman looked at her, her face serious.
“Shallow is my name.”
“Sparrow.”
“Ah. The chosen one. I know of you. Come into the back. We can talk there.”
Becca nodded, making her way inside. Shallow closed up her Shop before joining her. She closed the door into the back room before making some coffee. She handed Becca a cup and sat in a chair across from her guest.
“We have much to discuss, Sparrow.”
“What can I get you?” the woman asked.
She had a strong accent, one Becca couldn't place.
“A hot cup of coffee,” Becca answered.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
Becca moved to sit in a chair when the woman turned. She froze. On the back of the woman's neck was a tattoo. One Becca knew.
“Rain is wonderful, don't Du think?” Becca asked.
The woman looked at her.
“Yes. But I prefer the sun.”
Becca smirked.
“Rain is better. Wipes away any secrets.”
The woman turned back to her and Becca lowered the fabric on her shoulder. On her left shoulder was a matching tattoo. The woman looked at her, her face serious.
“Shallow is my name.”
“Sparrow.”
“Ah. The chosen one. I know of you. Come into the back. We can talk there.”
Becca nodded, making her way inside. Shallow closed up her Shop before joining her. She closed the door into the back room before making some coffee. She handed Becca a cup and sat in a chair across from her guest.
“We have much to discuss, Sparrow.”
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.