Luscinia Abaven
It was a particularly gorgeous day today. The sky was a bright blue and white puffy clouds drifted lazily by. There was a slight breeze blowing through the trees that brought a piney scent as it ruffled Lucy's hair and shifted the red scarf that hung around her neck as she watched the sky. Kestrel was flying above her, reluctant to waste such a perfect day in the form of a normal human, so instead she kept watch over Lucy from the sky. Lucy did not mind this arrangement at all. In fact, she was somewhat grateful for the silence. Kestrel was somewhat of a loud mouth and, though Lucy appreciated the conversation, she felt that perhaps the beauty of today's weather was best enjoyed in quiet bliss.
The pair had been travelling for a few days now between towns, no particular destination in mind; merely looking and listening for a hint of someone who needed assistance. Lucy did have an end goal, however; a small village that rested on a cliff side. It was home to people who had Bonds (as she did) and somewhat of a shelter from the dangers of the world. There leader of the village was a woman known as Lyra who was able to summon the Dragon she'd Bonded with. Lucy had no need for a shelter as she could get along fine in the world, despite it's dangers, however she wanted to offer her aid to them. It would be nice to be able to talk with others who'd formed Bonds as she had. Through her travels, Lucy had meet very few Uniques, and even fewer of them were willing to have a casual conversation with her. They always seemed to be paranoid or on the run from something unknown.
The Unique village was still a few day's walk from where she was, but Lucy was on the road that would lead them there - and along the way there were a few villages she was able to seek food, shelter and work in. Speaking of, there was a village appearing a short way down the road and Lucy wouldn't help but to sigh softly in relief. Slung over her back was not only her sword in its sheath, but also the bag that carried her Nightingale armor (along with other clothing and supplies) - suffice to say, it was starting to get a bit heavy, and she'd be lying if she said that sitting down to eat and possibly having a bath that evening didn't appeal to her tired self.
Raising her right hand to the sky, Lucy made a series of signals - with Kestrel's incredible hawk-like vision, it was not hard for the message to her across: 'I am going in to the town. Will meet here again in 1 hour.' Kestrel circled once as an affirmative before soaring off, likely to find herself something to eat. Shifting the weight to her other shoulder, Lucy picked up the pace a little bit until she'd reached the entrance of the town. Things were busy; people rushing back and forth, vendors calling out their wares, children playing in the road and animals being lead from place to place. People hardly noticed the red eyed girl slip into the crowd as she made her way towards the welcoming open door of the inn, eager to find food and possibly work inside.