•т н є•|•υ и ∂ є я g я σ υ и ∂•|•ω α я• (Crystal)

[CrimsonMoon]

Winterfell was silent in the summer night... But of course... It never FELT like summer because a nip in te air always guarnteed the use of a cloak no matter what season. A lone figure stands on the rooves of Winterfell, a black cloak flapping at his/her side like crooked raven's wings, invisable against the black sky.

Indigo sat with a group of nobles, smiling pleasantly and talking politely. The Baratheon pincess had gone to visit her family's close friends when her parents were unable...

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Prince Kelsier entered the room, his eyes falling briefly over Indigo's table. He looked away, though, and scanned the rest of the room with an impassive expression. Eventually, he strode over to her and the other nobles and took an empty seat. He didn't say a word. He wasn't known for being a talker. Instead, he pulled a book out of his jacket pocket and began to read.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Hello Prince Keiler," She smiles gently, pumping his shoulder affectionately," Still a brown noser i see?" She whispers inaudibly

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kell glanced up and raised an eyebrow before returning his eyes to his book. He wasn't known for being polite, either.

[CrimsonMoon]

" And colder then the Gods Wood," She murmurs, smilig gently," Tell your parents i said hello... And din't treat me like your enemy... I'm not.." She gets up and turns to leave

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier continued to ignore her. He was actually quite immersed in his book in that point in time. Sometimes he would pretend to read while he eavesdropped, but not at that particular moment.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo waves behind herself and exits, her mousey brain hair coming down her back in gentle curls as she gently tugs her friend and servant's hand, Maida follows with a smile. She was mute and though most nobles would have thrown her aside... But the incident had only brought the princess and the girl closer... the nobles leave the quickly cooling room after the princess. A raven shrieked outside...

The figure watches the sillhouettes leave the room, Tilting his/her head. Holding out their forearm for a raven to land on, they tie a note to its leg and push it into the air. The black bird sqawks and flaps quicky a few times through the cold darkness before landing on the edge of the window and shrieking at the prince..

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier started in surprise and looked up toward the window. When he saw the raven, he suppressed a shudder. Maybe he just had an over-active imagination. Maybe he'd read too many books with tales and legends.

[CrimsonMoon]

The raven croaks and shakes its leg at him, the parchment sealed with a purple wax insignia flickering faintly in the fire light

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier put down his book and cautiously walked over to the raven. He took the parchment off of the bird's leg and turned it over slowly in his hands, inspecting it.

[CrimsonMoon]

It looked as if the parchment had been hastily written and sealed. The raven screeches at him before flapping his wings and disappearing back into the night.

The figure holds out their arm for the raven to land on were it croaks and bobs it's head. The figure tilts their head slowly and affectionately flicks its beak before turning back to the window

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier wasn't stupid. He wasn't just going to open the mysterious letter without inspecting it first. He walked back to the table and gathered his books, setting the letter on top of the stack. Then he walked back to his room.

[CrimsonMoon]

The assassin leaned foreward as he left the rolm, frustrationclear in the shaking limbs before snorting and leaping across the rooftops... Idiot noble...

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Once Kell reached his room, he dropped his books on his desk and took up the letter. He studied it, trying to decide whether or not to open it. Could it be dangerous? Eventually, though, curiosity won out. He hesitated for just a moment before breaking the seal.

[CrimsonMoon]

' The Wolves devoured the Ravens,
But a fledgling escaped
May the Stranger have mercy on your soul'

The letter read.. The Writing was hasty and somewhat scribbled, a droplet of blood stained the word 'Wolves'.

The figure moves smoothely across the icey roof tops, the raven flying ahead of the figure as small flakes dot the wind... The figure leaps over a small alley whith torches carried by guards and halts just above the prince's window, pressing himself/herself to the icey roof

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier frowned. Now what on earth was that supposed to mean? And who was this mysterious letter from? He shook his head and threw the letter down on his desk. It was probably nothing to worry about. Just someone trying to frighten him. Though, he had to admit, it was working.

[CrimsonMoon]

The raven lands on the window sill again, its beady black eyes staring at him as it cocks its head and caws at him, its feathers ruffled

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kell took a step back, staring at the rave in alarm. Was it the same one, or was he just being paranoid? His eyes darted to the letter on his desk. To the blood on the lettering, and he shivered involuntarily.

[CrimsonMoon]

" you're afraid... Aren't you, Prince?" A soothing voice hisses cooly

the Raven screeches and lands on his bed, ruffling its feathers at him as a slim figure slides from the darkness outside the window and sits on the sill. The figure stares at him, steel glowing faintly from their form,"... Aren't you?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier's mouth opened surprise and he took another step back. "Who are you?" he demanded, though his voice quivered.