Birds have long been the face of Freedom in many lands. To fly is to be free, yet to fly is to be weary and risk-sensitive. Bird-keepers are known as the Freedom Keepers, handling birds being their greatest honour bestowed to them by God. However, with gifts must come responsibility, and with responsibility there are rules. Freedom Keepers are to keep alone, isolated, from those of any other nature. They live to serve the nature of their birds; love only their birds. However, times are changing and with the coming of winds a birds feather will tip the scales. -------- "Well." The word came from the mouth of a lanky, tall boy whose brown eyes were currently directed at the wagon wheel stuck in the mud. "This isn't too great a situation, is it Charlotte?" Charlotte was, presumably, the cow currently hooked up to the stuck wagon. Charlotte looked around at the boy and let out a low, morose moo. "I know, I should've listened to Pa when he warned me 'bout the rains last night," Liam responded as if the cow had been talking. He shook his head this own foolishness before running a tanned hand through his already messy brown locks. He was wearing simply farmer's clothes, for that's exactly what Liam was. A simply farmer trying to head home from the market. But last nights rains had created treachery in the roads and now he found himself thoroughly stuck. "I don't wanna run home and tell Pa, and leave you all on your own Charlotte. I s'pose I could walk you home, but what might become of the cart while I'm gone?" Liam asked with a sigh. He shook his head once more and continued to stare at the wheel, attempting to think of a solution that would mean he didn't have to leave anything behind.