<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/aeriyon/New%20Pics%20for%20RP/sample_57348dba663ac86a6b580ba8107e46cb_zps392336f8.jpeg)</div>"Man, I can't believe this; first the master tells me I can't sneak out anymore and now I have to keep an eye on goody-two-shoes here.." Syra muttered, raking a hand through her long black hair as she glanced back at the ray-of-sunshine Aasimar following her.  She didn't like the idea of it, being so close to a full blooded aasimar made her conscientious of the fact that she was a "lesser" variety of them.  And she hated it. At least she had something the other girl didn't: vestigal wings that fluttered and flexed some to try and shade her eyes from the sunlight striking her face, the black feathers rustling soundlessly on the breeze.<br/><br/>Wait breeze? That was weird, there wasn't one a moment ago and now it smelled faintly of smoke. She glanced in the direction of the smoky smell and blinked, noticing where it was coming from. "Great someone fried the chicken..." she cackled wickedly. "Come on sunshine. let's go check it out." she gestured to the oother sister.