I'm really bad at summaries guys, so I apologize in advance. I know a lot of people who've been coming up with these characters, and I sincerely hope that Val isn't as lame as I initially thought. :D

It was nearing the evening, and she knew that eventually she was going to need to get back to the Roost. She watched from the rooftop as the young gentleman continued walking down the street. The quiet observer raised her arm and twisted her other hand to form an arrow of light. Narrowing an eye, she cocked the weapon and patiently waiting for her opportunity. This particular victim would trip over that one tricky step into the library and fall over onto the girl that worked there. It would be perfect.

She smiled broadly as the door opened and he tripped just as predicted. She released the arrow and it flew straight and landed home, right into her victim's back. She laughed as he tripped over himself, and made a grab at the first thing he could, which was the poor librarian. Normally, pain wasn't in her agenda. But sometimes in the name of love, you had to crack a few ankles.

As she watched with satisfaction, something odd happened. Her small wings twitched in irritation as she saw the light exit out the gentleman's back, same way it had gone in. The arrow of light fell to the ground behind him, and there was a loud shriek and a crack of a hand across a face.

She winced, the white feathers on her ears lowering back in sympathy. The young man seemed shocked to say the least, sitting back on the steps and holding his face. He made a bad move.

The spirit sighed and opened her wings, fluttering down and gently landing next to the man. She leaned down and picked up the arrow, giving a slight scoff.

"Why in the world…" She looked over at the man who rose to his feet, rubbing his face. "It's a pity really. I thought you'd be a keeper too."

She raised her eyebrows as he turned around and passed right through her, and she groaned. She ran a finger through her feathery hair, pulling out a quill that looked like one of her own feathers. She waved a hand and a large scroll appeared before her. She yanked it open and scratched a name out angrily

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"Ralph. I swear…" She wrote in large letters next to his name 'Klutz'. She rolled up the scroll and shoved it into a pocket in the front of her robe. Her wings opened again and she jumped into the sky with the help of the wind, taking off to her next destination.

Burgess was a nice little town. She might not have been paying too much attention to it lately, but it was always worth a look. Especially when the Threads started to hum. She patted the bow absentmindedly, flying low over one of the rooftops. The sun had lowered by this time, and the stars were starting to blink into existence again.

She landed gently on the top of a radio tower and whipped out her quill and scroll again. She started going down the list of names of all the people in Burgess, but nothing really showed that needed her attention.

"Hmmm… No…No…too young…way too old." She mumbled to herself as she crunched names.

"You know, talking to yourself means your insane."

She whipped around so fast that she lost her footing and slipped off the Radio tower. She managed to catch a pole and stopped her descent with the loss of a couple smaller feathers. She glared up at the teen Guardian, and tried hoisting herself back up, but her foot kept slipping. Jack Frost laughed, supported by the Wind and clutching his stomach.

"Would you stop your stupid chortling and help me?" She growled, "I swear, when I get my hands on you-"

"Relax, FeatherButt. I got you." He leaned down and took her hand, yanking her back up to the top of the tower.

"I told you not to call me that." She snapped, "Don't you have something better to do then stalk me all over creation?"

Jack shrugged a bit, balancing himself on his staff. "Sandy and I were on the same rounds. I was just curious why you were over here. You find anyone to shoot?"

"Don't tempt me."

The would-be argument was cut short when a stream of golden sand twisted through the two spirits, aiming for the apartment behind them. She looked up to see the Keeper of Dreams standing on his cloud high above them, conducting his orchestra of sands.

She watched him work for a moment, sighing in envy. It must be nice, to have no disappointment as you work. She looked back over at Jack Frost who was watching as well. It was an odd comfortable silence for a few minutes. Eventually, the Sandman decided that the children should get to deeper sleep, so he pulled back the streams with a flurry of his hands.

"You finished up, Sandy?"

The oldest Guardian nodded as he descended to eye level. He noticed the feathered one right away and immediately floated up to her, smiling and flashing images over his head. She smiled as he flashed a picture of turtledoves flying around a large apple.

"What, you live in New York?" Jack asked.

"Ha, no. New York was the last place we had seen each other." She turned to the Sandman and smiled. "It has been a while. How have you been?"

Sandy clapped his hand and started a rather large conversation, flashing images all over his head. There was one of Pitch, Jack Frost with a crown over his head (Jack rolled his eyes at that), and the globe being covered in golden sand.

She raised her eyebrows and turned to Jack. "Wait, Pitch was back in town?"

"Yeah." The normally active guardian slumped. "It was pretty bad."

Her ears flicked forward, noticing the sudden change in demeanor. She narrowed her eyes at him, but Sandy noticed it too, waving his arms back at her.

"Sorry Sandy, were you guys okay?"

Sandy paused for a mere second and smiled, nodding. He flexed his chubby arms in a mock body builder style. She laughed, but she knew he was lying.

"So what are you doing here in Burgess anyway Val?" Jack asked, shaking himself back up to the conversation. "I thought you were hanging out in Paris."

"Well, I was. But you know… Humans need help all over the place, not just Paris. I needed a change of scenery anyway. And what about you? No offense, but it's the middle of April. Don't you think you should move to Alaska or something?"

Jack scoffed. "Well, I'd figure if I put out enough cold, you might molt."

She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. "I do not molt, you aggravating-"

"Relax bird-brain, you might pop a pinion."

Sandy covered his face with his hands. It was always like this when Jack Frost saw another spirit. Bad business all around he thought. The Keeper of Dreams floated between them as Jack leaned in to meet Val's heated glare. Sandy pushed them from each other the best he could, but they were insisting on fighting tonight. Sighing and feeling like the middleman, the weaver shoved both of them back in opposite directions with his sand. Val gasped and fell off the tower again, while Jack floated back a few feet.

Sandy rounded on Jack immediately, wagging a finger at him and sending a flurry of images of shaking hands and peace signs.

"Alright, Alright. Sorry Sandy." Sandy floated back to Val, concern written on his face. He came underneath her, using his sand to lift her upright.

He sat her on the tower again, and motioned for Jack to shoo. The Feathered spirit had her arms and legs crossed her nose in the air. She raised an eyebrow at him when he showed her a picture of herself with her hands on her hips, acting much like a sassy mama.

"Oh don't even. He started it anyway." But he smiled and patted her on the hand, flashing another sand picture of a letter and pen. "Yeah okay. I'll keep in touch. Just keep your little…friend… away from me."

Sandy smiled again and floated up to meet the Guardian of Fun, and he waved once more before rising up and out of sight.

Val Kayrie might be the Spirit of Love in a sense, but she was one of no nonsense and duty. Sandy knew this, as did most of the other spirits. She supposed Jack Frost simply didn't get the memo.