The hustle of movement and others caught Ashval's attention, and he peered at the people with his beady black eyes and clipped his beak together. The man whom the orcs liked considerably more than he began squawking at Ashval about help, yet he implied that his feathery wings would indeed hoist them both up the cliff, which he regretted to inform the coot that was an impossible feat. In the scrummaging of his inital artifact hunting, he damaged the flight feathers on one of his arms. The orc ordeal didn't make it any better, and thus he was flightless until someone fixed his wing.
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Gorwyna smiled at Revine and held up her hand to signal him to wait. She had been made aware of the excellent training he received and how well he was exceeding despite the headmaster's interference. She hoped they would walk with them as a partner trying to save Halwood from war. She looked him in the eye as much as possible and spoke softly.
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Loira Felidus rushed through the forests near her homeland, hopping over twisted branches and ferns of emerald hue. The woods murmured with animals going about their daily routine. The woman knew she could find some exciting prey near the mini waterfall buried further back in her territory. It just took time and care to get there; she hoped she wasn't making too much noise. She hurried her pace but kept her footing equal on the undergrowth so that no twig cracked beneath her toes. Loira's cat-like reflexes allowed her to bound through the greenery with tremendous speed. She wished the other clan mates would hunt with her, but they feared her power and kept away. She knew she was strong, but that didn't mean they had to be scared of the woman. She sighed at the thoughts playing around in her mind as she made her way to the waterfall.
Ashval took the opportunity to remove himself from his cage and bow before his rescuers. The older gentleman had brought out the food, and he knew that his last meal was a long time ago. He squawked and snatched up the meat, almost snipping at the man's fingers in the process. He chuckled in embarrassment and composed himself.
Maxwell saw the world as a small horrible place that didn't look kindly on people like him. He hoped things would change, but the endless dreary days in the prison showed him otherwise. Maxwell didn't talk to the others much, reserved and shy; he preferred to keep to himself and his thoughts. The gifted man had noted the various kids locked away in the facility and observed them all and the guards that patrolled the corridors. Cinnamon hadn't been in the Hues for very long, but she knew that she could trust their leader to make the right decisions in challenging situations. Of course, she would act on her own accord as she liked her plans, but in the end, Poet at the last say in things. The fiery girl could control others with her mind; all Cinnamon had to do was think about it and look at the person; no one Cinnamon couldn't crack.
North tugged him along as they made their way out of the compound in the fray of the raid. He had to admit this was the most interaction he had with anybody, and it was different. He knew they should stay clear of any guards and let the raiders handle them. Perhaps they should join them? Follow the raiders to their hideout. He wanted to pose the question to North, but the commotion was too loud, as they were frantically running towards an exit of any kind. A dead guard was blocking their way forward, so Maxwell telekinetically moved his body to the side of the hall. He didn't like using his powers much, and he hadn't come to terms with them. However, this was a time of need, and he knew anything would help them. Maxwell reached for the key card on the guard's suit and tucked it away in his pocket for safe-keeping. Cinnamon nodded curtly at Poet; she would've fought till every last one of them was dead, but Poet was the boss; what he said went without question. She bit her lip and tried her best to make a getaway to a manhole nearby. Most of the guards were incapacitated or out of the way, and she motioned Poet to follow her. 
