~Basta's PoV~
It was a black, dreary night. Basta stood out by the entrance to the village, standing guard. Though whoever would come there in the middle of twilight must have been a fool. It was dark beyond belief, and a very well known man lived, well ruled the village.
You guessed it. Capricorn himself.
However, it just so happened to be on that very night that a person would come to the village, and for once it would not be any man associated with Capricorn.
~Brit's PoV~
A girl, that looked hardly over thirteen, silently swept through the forest, not even making a sound when her foot snapped a twig or other strange object blocking her path.
Her destination was in plain sight. She had been planning this excursion for weeks, getting help from a woman whose husband worked for Capricorn. Finding out the schedules, she chose the night when she was least likely to get murdered.
When her brother dearest would be on guard.
She could smell it from here, the strong scent of spearmint that accompanied Basta wherever he went. She watched, as the silhouette fingered a weapon in it's pocket. A knife. The girl took out her own, holding it firmly in her enclosed fist as she sneaked up behind the man she had heard so much about, yet had never met him. Her own brother, and she had never so much as seen him. But she knew it could only be him. The darting stagger, the paranoid glances.
"Nap time's over, Bastie," she whispered in his ear. The man spun around, and quickly drew his knife.
"Come out, you little bitch," he growled as his eyes frantically searched the darkness for a sign of whoever had just startled him. The girl saw this as her chance, and quickly tackled him to the ground, one hand over his mouth, the other holding a knife to his throat.
"One, I am most certainly not a dog, nor am I in heat. Two, I am not little. And three," here she pressed the blunt edge of the knife a bit harder into the man's throat, "Tell a soul, and I will not hesitate to kill you, for I'm not as paranoid as the superstitious twit below me."
She drew the knife away, and rolled off her brother.
"Who are you?" asked Basta.
"They call me Brit," replied his smirking companion.
"Sure it's a pleasure," muttered Basta sarcastically. "Last name?"
"Got no idea what the heck you bloody mean, by last name. Don't have one, don't intend to. And you failed to introduce yourself," pointed out Brit.
"Basta," growled the other, roughly shaking the girl's hand.
"How peculiar..." muttered Brit, purposefully raising her voice more than needed.
"What?" asked Basta.
"Well, where I come from, your name means 'bastard' - which is a child born to unmarried parents. And my name means 'bitch' - which is a female dog in heat. Both are used in this world to describe idiots, morons, and generally annoying people," explained Brit.
"Where are you from?" asked Basta, raising his eyebrows. He knew the words, he recognized the translations."
"Well, I mostly travel, but I was born somewhere in Ombra, I believe," said Brit, smirking.