I simply had to write this, especially after someone looked at me and said "You don't talk much do you?" Only his question was more sarcasm based than anything else because I was rabbiting on about...I don't even remember actually, lol! Either way, I'm not exactly the quiet and calm type, I'm more the sarcastic and bubbly type, and I think that would carry over if I were a hero. I got a bit tired of reading the same super serious and reserved archtype that Female Sparrow had become and I now put forth my own version and hero persona for your viewing pleasure.

God that sounded rehearsed...remind me not to do that again.


I should have known the moment she came into my study with her pigtails and pink ribbons. Somewhere around her mid twenties and violet eyes still full of the childlike wonder and Hope I'd left behind so long ago. There was a fairly nice rifle strapped to her back and an acceptable longsword, both had glittering augments. And...was she chattering away already?

"You don't talk much do you," I laughed. My previous speech was thrown from my mind in seconds.

Her eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched up in a funny and rather adorable manner. "You know, Hannah says that same thing to me all the time, but I don't think I talk that much at all, and even if I do talk a bit more than others they should be thankful to hear my voice."

I should have known she'd be a woman after my own heart. Offhandedly I asked her bout her augments.

"Pfft, duh, gold burden." I hadn't been spoken too like that since I was in my mothers kitchen arguing with my sister. "Like there's anything more useful in this world than a good weapon and gold. I mean, really."

I almost felt bad about sending her to the Shadow Court afterwards, especially when she played the flirtatious minx. Even as I write I feel a stirring in my loins and heart. They've become linked because of her. Though when she came back with snowy white haite hair and not a single wrinkle, I think I may have fallen for her a bit more.

"You know, I've always wanted hair this color," She prattled on as she moved to lounge in my chair by my desk and my fire. Sparrow's legs were swinging haphazardly off one arm while she leaned seductively against the back. Her corset had her bust nigh spilling out and the skirt of a noble woman had bunched up around her thighs. Still bedecked in pink and violet and cream, she looked like an impish fairy.

"Now I really do feel bad about double crossing you," I sighed as I waved the photographer away. No, I wasn't going to shoot this one. Not yet anyways. I was distracted by the torrential downpour of emotions my little bird brought about when she was near. That puppy dog pout and those big watery eyes looked at me like I'd done something truly horrible and evil. Which I had, but I'd never really cared before.


review if you'd like, I may end up posting another one shot about Reaver's rear passage, lol! Oh come on, tell me none of you started laughing out loud when your hero went in there? Especially your male hero!