<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/6967b0c6e37e4256ceb19752f7a86432_zpsvu9js3d0.png)</div>Name: Sarika<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/>Location: Auditorium<br/>Tagging: Open, Bear, Mitra, Helen, Lucine<br/>Notes: Trains and birds and bears, oh my!<br/><hr/><br/><em>Thunk.</em><br/>"<em>Ow.</em>"<br/><br/>There was a whisper of dark wings as Sarika made her entrance into this particular section of train, an entrance that would have been far more impressive and subtle if it hadn't been preceded by several quiet thuds and pained mutters as the realities of trying to fly through such an enclosed space made themselves known to the raven's face. And shins. And that last one had gotten her in the chest somehow, which seemed to hurt more.<br/><br/>"I shall assist you with this food," Sarika proclaimed sounding, as always, vaguely like the heroine of a book written by someone with questionable skill. "Friends!" She called back to the other maids. "You have done well in subduing the beast, but it must be made presentable ere our mistress comes! I leave this to your capable hands. Onwards, dear Lucine! To food!"<br/>Of course, if one wanted to be rude, or possible just accurate, the frequent knocks to her head as she tried to fly inside the train might explain a lot of Sarika's quirks.